At the Bus Terminal

I bought a bus ticket for a homeless man this week. We agreed I’d pick him up and get him to the station.

But when I showed up, nothing.
No call. No message. No trace.

It would’ve been easy to give up. Assume the worst.
But survival mode doesn’t leave updates. It just moves.

So I drove to the terminal anyway, just in case.

He was there. Bags packed. Calm. Waiting.

Faith doesn’t always come with confirmation.
Sometimes, it’s just showing up anyway.
Sometimes, it’s trusting God enough to get on the bus.