Christmas Eve this year was spent with my family in downtown Houston, volunteering with Love Out Loud.
it was a day filled with gratitude. a somber reminder of just how blessed we are... and just how many people out there have hardships that they carry like the world on their shoulders. these are humans with lives filled with hurts, but somehow still, they wear thankfulness like coats. covered in joy, moved with gratefulness for even just a meal on a Christmas Eve. a day most of them spend alone, still on the streets. it is a reminder to love. a reminder that there are stories that have yet to be told. that there are people with no voices, people who need to be heard.
many thanks to Love Out Loud for loving and taking care of those who are normally invisible. (and for letting me photograph the incredible work you are doing in the name of Jesus Christ.)
For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’// Matthew 25:35-40