Prayer: Open our eyes, Lord, to the lives around us. Things that may be hidden. People that may be in need. Amen
Reflection: This will be the last of my parking lot stories I think. I wrote two months ago about the very first person I saw when I went back to work after COVID shutdown of my office – a kind stranger in the parking lot. Then last month I wrote of a person eating dinner in the parking lot. This month I write about something I saw parked in the parking lot. Hint - It wasn’t a car. I just happened to notice out the of corner of my eye, while walking back to my car, a person digging around in the sticks, leaves and debris at the chain link fence along one side of the parking lot. He was moving it all aside and there hidden underneath was a pull cart with a large plastic bag in it and other various things hanging about it. I realized this was his hiding spot for his things during the day. He was gathering up his possessions after wherever he had been that day and heading to who knows where for the night. The next day I arrived, parked my car and looked over to that spot and, sure enough, looking closely I could see his cart was hidden there again. It has become a bit of a thing I look for and notice each day. Hoping his stuff is okay. Even more, hoping he is okay. There have been times I have thought of leaving something there. Food. Socks. Bottled water. But I don’t want him to think someone knows his hiding place. He may become nervous and worried about his belongings he hides for safekeeping each day. I could write a note but can he read? What can I do? For now I watch, pray and hope someday I know just what to do about what is parked is parked in the lot. It’s not a car. It’s a life. --Ruth Gates
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