The other night the storm came in the middle of the night and it was so loud it shook the building. I looked out across the deserted scene below. Palm trees were being whipped up by the wind. Rain howling down.
Then I saw a loan figure walking out in the storm. They were wearing what seemed like a plastic garbage bag as a rain coat. It was around 4:30am and I could only just make them out in between lighting strikes.
The water was pooling around the building and across the road. Over here the streets become drains as the water makes its way down the hills and through drain pipes and into the ocean. I wondered if this was the lady who has been living with another person in the drain on the beach. As the drain was now coursing with water and the beach was being quickly eroded away, was she now wandering out in the storm? What should I do? It seemed far from safe.
She disappeared from view down to the shelter of the palm trees? I don’t know where she went but my heart was breaking. Matt asked one of the YWAM guys about these people. He said their homelessness was most likely drug related. I dream of refuges for people in this position. People who have no where to go.
I don’t know the answer. I don’t want to even commit this to writing as it feels so heartless. To stand and do nothing. I don’t know where they have gone now. I haven’t seen them on the beach since it was all washed away. I pray they have found another place to be.
Kate