Homeless and pregnant

Homeless and pregnant


Originally titled, “I Met Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Yesterday,” I repost this since I was reminded of the encounter as I drove past the corner today.


Homeless and Pregnant

That was the sign she held in her hands; her blond hair blowing in the wind as if waving to me from the sidewalk of the busy neighborhood crossroad. Maybe I didn’t read it right, I thought..Maybe she’s advertising for the fast food place behind her. However, a second look as I waited at the light, confirmed what I’d first read.  The light turned green, but as I drove off I asked the Lord,

Now what? What do you want me to do?

Instantly, the grace came; probably fueled from thoughts of what I knew could happen to her if the wrong person stopped to help. As I changed lanes to make the U turn and head back around, I thought: if  a report came on the news that night of a young pregnant girl kidnapped and harmed, I would be devastated.

My arrow prayer as I drove was,

Lord, if she’s still there, please help me to help her in Your name.

Taking only my phone, I parked the car behind the restaurant and walked to where she stood.

Do you have a minute to chat? 

Sure, she answered. 

I took her hand and led her to a safe, quiet, but public place away from the road. She was about 25, my daughter-in law’s age. Any question that she might be faking the pregnancy was set to rest the moment she tried to position herself to sit on the curb next to me; all six or seven months of her and the baby. No…any women who’s carried that life within her knows, you can’t fake that. My heart broke as she began to tell me the story of how she and her husband had arrived by bus from the Midwest just days ago; came here to attend his mother’s funeral. They figured while they’re looking for shelter they might as well stay in the south. At least they wouldn’t freeze to death.  He had lost his job, but she wanted me to know one of the other reasons they didn’t want to go back–friends and family had pushed for an abortion.

We made a pact, my husband and I; not to get separated while trying to find shelter– no matter what..

Getting married was the one thing we did right.


I want to have this baby. 


Where is your husband? I asked.


Making some calls to see if there’s any room for us at the Salvation Army. 


While we sat, I called the local pregnancy center, which doesn’t have emergency shelter, but the director there spoke with her, triaging a series of options they might consider.

No room at the inn…kept coming to my mind as I took her hands to pray. The whisper in my heart was to ‘be not afraid’, love her as if she were the Lord’s own mother, He, the baby, and Joseph, her husband seeking a safe haven.

We hugged after the prayer, but I did ask one thing of her,

Don’t ever go back out to the road…promise me.

I promise. she said.

Today, I’m home in bed with a miserable cold, but I can’t stop thinking of the mystical home of Nazareth that visited our town yesterday and how it reminded me that, in the Lord’s eyes, every family is precious.

Pray for them. Pray for all the families, especially the young ones torn asunder by life’s crushing circumstances.

Come rescue them Lord, with Your Mighty Power.

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him up in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

—Luke 2:7

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, pray for us.


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