After an exhausting weekend, I finally collapsed into bed, falling asleep around 11:00 p.m. At 1:20 a.m., I was startled awake by the sound of footsteps circling my bed. My first thought was that my dog was walking around—but then I remembered, my dog wasn’t with me. A surge of fear shot through me. What could be in my room? Something under the bed?
Heart pounding, I grabbed my phone, hoping to snap a picture of the mysterious intruder. But when I pointed the light toward the floor—nothing. I cautiously got out of bed, flipped on the light, and scanned the room, expecting to find some critter scratching at the hardwood floor. Again—nothing. That’s when it hit me: the sound was coming from beneath the house.
This unsettling experience got me thinking. How would I feel if I were homeless, sleeping outside in the woods, hearing creatures moving all around me? How could I possibly feel safe? No walls to protect me, no door to lock, no light to flip on for reassurance. What if that rustling wasn’t an animal, but another person—someone desperate enough to take the few belongings I had, or worse, to cause me harm?
It’s easy to take our safety and comfort for granted, but not everyone has that luxury.
So today, be thankful for the roof over your head—and consider joining us in helping provide that same security to someone who doesn’t have it.
