JESUS in Disguise

This evening I was walking along, experiencing personal disappointment and emotional defeat... and then a voice from out of nowhere stopped me:
"Do you know where I can get a blanket?"
I look and grown adult homeless woman, short hair- and I can tell- definitely not all there upstairs- standing there with the demeanor of a 7-year old child humbly looking up at me with nodded head. I had to have her repeat herself because I was confused the first time.
"Do you know where I can get a blanket?"
I told her I was going to run home real quickly to get one. Where should I find her? So she pointed at the bus bench. Poor thing- needs a blanket to sleep on the bus bench tonight. I promised to return shortly, hurried home thanking the LORD for another person to help to keep me from my own grief. Instantly, my heartache disappeared. The most important thing now was what blanket do I give her when I only have one, aside from two other light throws, but the dampness of the night is definitely going to soak through those things. 
So I stop to kneel on the floor and pray in my usual, compulsive prayer whenever I enter my home... and on the way up, pull the light soft, twin blanket off my own bed. I rummage through the closet for a sack bag to stuff it in to make toting it around easier, adding a hooded sweatshirt I don't wear anymore to have her wear over her clothes. Then I kneel with another prayer and then off we go to deliver the goods. 
Walking down the street with a purpose of aid, again I feel alive. I found her on the bench, another homeless man beside her. She was waving me down from a distance, happy that I actually returned perhaps. Her name is Talia. Had there not been the man, I would have stayed to chat but it wasn't time. I gave her the things, shook her hand, wished her peace and told her Jesus loves her- the both of them and to not give up. They smiled, as they often do, and I wonder if they think I'm crazy. 
On the way home, I run into Anjan in front of his usual spot, with his shopping cart and recycling, his scraggly beard, but he does have a bag from the Habit in hand. I stop to make sure he has food in there and our usual chat about the weather. He will be sleeping somewhere between here and St. Charles tonight. The usual. God bless these souls for saving me tonight.
Then walking home it all started to make more sense- how they truly are like JESUS in disguise, for in reverse- they perform the miracle power of healing too. 

MATTHEW 25:34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:

35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:

36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.

37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink?

38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?

39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.