Kristle Delihanty is an outreach worker, providing food and care for folks on the street in SE Portland. This is a story she shared:
Two Fridays ago.. I jumped out of my Jeep and skipped up the curb into the park, after a long haired sweet gal that I have made friends with.
I shouted “Alison!”
She turned quickly with a smile, her hair flipped against the back drop of greenery and path.
And she said “Do you know how long its been since someone has said my name?”
Her entire body soften and her face light up like flowers in the sun, as she walked toward us.
She continued.. “I lose myself out here.. I forget my identity. My name. Who I was.”
I threw my arms around her and said “lets eat!”
What she doesn’t know is the moment I found out her name, she went in a book of prayers and me and Jesus.. We say her name nightly.
Say their names until they are free.
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