this broken world

tonight i saw two homeless people sleeping outside kind of by the road in my hometown.

i have never seen homeless people sleeping outside in my hometown before. never. things are different than they used to be.

also they were under some blankets, but i bet they were still cold. i'm in my house right now under some blankets and i'm still cold.

i wish i had a blanket in my car to give them. but i didn't.

sometimes (a lot of times) this broken world will break your heart. that's a good thing.

if our hearts never ached with a sense of this-is-not-right, how could we ever thirst for what is right? how could we ever thirst for He who is making all things right?

and how could we know that we have a part in that?