Hungry and no bed

Last Sunday afternoon while walking downtown I met up with Carrie.  I asked how she was doing and she told me she is surviving.  She told me that the previous night there were no beds at the shelter for her so she slept in the front entrance of a bank.  She told me there are only 2 banks downtown who don't lock their doors to the ATM's and often she is sleeping in one of them.

As we spoke for a few more minutes she said she was hungry and going to make some money so she can eat.  One doesn't haven't to let their imagination go too far to know what she is doing to make money.

I had no money on me to help with her hunger.  I have made a decision that when I walk downtown to carry no cash as I would likely give it all away.  It is easier for me to say no when I truly don't have any money on me.  I do carry a debit card though in case I truly feel God telling me to feed someone.

As I left her and continued on my walk my heart ached for her.  I just could not imagine my bed being a cold floor inside the bank doors and the only sound I hear are my stomach hunger pains.  At the very least she is warm and inside from the elements but honestly it is still a terrible situation.