I usually walk every other Sunday on one of the trails located near where I live with my friend. Sunday was a crisp (for here), beautiful,and sunny morning. There were lots of people walking and biking, and lots of little kids and dogs as usual. And, there was a homeless person bundled up, sleeping on one of the benches. I was stuck and silenced. I'm still thinking about it. My friend and I didn't talk about it. I wonder "why" about that as well. I'm still thinking.....
It's not that I haven't seen homeless people before or interacted with them. My metro area has quite a large population across it's 5 county area. It's not like I haven't been without permanent shelter or to a food bank before because I have. Maybe it was a reminder that I'm not far from being in that place again. I do worry about that; a lot. No job and money is running out. I don't know.
I don't know the answer to homelessness. There are so many reasons, financial, mental illness, physical health issues, lack of affordable housing and low wages, addiction.... There are many agencies and organizations in my area that help out in this arena. Many people give of their time, talents, and funding to help others in need. Sometimes, though, it isn't a matter of resources, it's a matter of accepting help, fear of being put into the system, and/or having to follow common rules and regulations to get the help that is needed. Sometimes, it's that mental health and/or addiction issues get in the way and prohibit the person from even seeing that they need help. It's complicated.
I've worked with and supported a lot of nonprofit organizations. I've come to learn that people, generally, give what and how they can to help others. Sometimes, they just need to be made aware that there is a need and be given some direction.
Sending prayers, light, and the cover of Grace to those who are without stable or any sort of housing, those who are hurting and lost, those fighting addictions, and those who are in need of care and basic necessities such as food.