After a weekend with 500 drug addicts, it was strange going back to work yesterday and not hugging everyone as we passed in the hall.
Oh it did my heart good to spend all that time with my people. It's funny how the whole "judgement" thing drops when you're with family. I think it's because I know a lot of "why" behind bad behavior with people in the fellowship because I know their story. There is a lady at work who I swear dresses like a prostitute and she drives me crazy. At the convention, a lady named Porche dressed like a street hooker the whole time but I love love love her because I know her story, I know her mother was selling her at the age of 10 to get crack and that Porche is damaged all the way down to her soul. I love her because even though her clothes are ALWAYS inappropriate, she has been faithfully showing up every single day for 2 years, staying clean and sober, and she hauls girls in off the street all the time to show them that they can change and find God. They never come back but Porche does. Whenever I see her, she tells me "you need to wear pants that accentuate your ass baby girl." LOL
It seems to me that the "derelict" part of drug addiction hangs on some people like a favorite old coat and just becomes ingrained.
- deserted by the owner; abandoned; forsaken
- ☆ neglectful of duty; remiss; negligent
- a property abandoned by the owner; esp., an abandoned ship on the open sea
- ☆ a destitute person, without a home or regular job and rejected by society
- land exposed by the receding of water
I am forever grateful to those who came before me and to a loving, mighty God who allows me to share the exact same message with others.