I vividly remember reluctantly meeting them over ten years ago. I was walking back to work after my lunchtime visit to the nearby hardware store. She was sitting on the lawn by the entrance to the parking lot. He was standing by the road, holding out his handmade cardboard sign, hoping for a handout.
My feet wanted to take the long way around them. But my inner voice (yes, my voice of God), said, “Go talk with them.”
“No, please. Not today. I should be getting back to work.”
“CJ, you know what’s right. Do it, for me.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll go talk with them. But only for a minute.”
We hung out together for over 20 minutes. They told me their story. And when I went to leave, we hugged.
My inner voice of God is always right. I just need to listen more often.
His Truth Will Set You Free 