I know.

I know caring for the homeless won't get me into heaven. But it might get them there.

Earlier today, I drove my step-sister to her school because she missed the first half of it.

As I drove home, I saw so many homeless people walking the street. I wanted to cry. And hug them. But I knew if I got out of the car to do that, my mom wouldn't let me drive again.

So. I drove on & pulled in our driveway. And the first thing she says when I walk in, is, "Grama called and said she wants to come over tomorrow and give her old clothes to the homeless people. She wants you to go with her."

Wow. Does God know how to work things out, or what?