This past Wednesday I spend hours and hours looking for someone who was more lost than me but just in a different way.  I hadn't saw him in about 5 months and it wasn't looking good that I might find him! My searching had come up empty and every door I looked at was closed in my face.

After looking so long, it worried me, that my thoughts were true and he had no where else to go, so instead of being alone, went to a "crackhouse"  to atleast be out of the cold and find a way to not be so "alone".  I had been to  6 different placed with no luck.

finally, drench, cold and hungry,  I stopped at Boston Pizza and had a snack.  I asked the server  if he knew of a place called the "Boothe House for Men" .  He said, he lived down by there, it was on St. James St.  He also advised me, that it was no place for a girl to be going alone. 

The man's name was Greg, (I will always be greatful).  While waiting for my meal he gave me a phone book and a quater.  (I am asumming he felt bad for me or thought I was really dumb)  I jumped up to use the pay phone.  Greg came over and said,  "why are you looking for the Boothe House?".  I didn't wanna give to much info, so I avoided the question.  I simply stated that it was late and I had to use the phone.   I was polite, but I knew he was questioning what I was doing, because before I could reach the payphone: he said, " you know that place is only for men right?"  I smiled and said "Thanks".

I dialed and it seems like the phone rang forever.  Finally I heard a voice. 

Almost afraid to ask,  it "Evan ****** there".  "Not right now",  came the response"  There was a long pause.

"Has he been there today?"

"Yes, and if he is staying the night here, he will be here in the next 30 mins".

My heart skipped beats.  I had found him.  Everything has gone through my mind, even to ask myself the question, maybe there is another Evan?

I asked for directions. The man stated there was no visting after 11.  I him told that I was from out of town and just had to make sure he was ok.  The words please be here before 12 or I can't let you in because I would not be

here, registered so quickly.

I hung up the phone with  no goodbye, just I will be there!

Going down through the streets where I was directed seemed so cold, not to mention that it was pouring and hard to see.  I looked at the clock 11:21.  I  decided that I would take the risk and roll my widow down just a crack and ask someone for directions.  The hard part was finding someone to ask.  Finally I saw a card pulled over letting someone out. 

" Excuse me, can you show me how to get to *** James Street?" 

"Yes follow me"

He drove around a corner to a place I knew I had passed probably 5 times. He told me this was my destination, just go down the stairs.

I knew I would wait until he left before I would venture getting out. 

I got out,  wrapping my arms around myself and headed for the stairs.  I got to the door and hauled on it.  It opened so easy, like a miracle.  The man behind a glass boxed looked at me like I was strange.  Not realizing that he had every right too.  My hair was soaked I had not enougth clothes on,  and I was female.  I am sure he wanted to ask me if I was looking for a room and to tell me that I was in the wrong place.  In stead, he just sat quiet for a few more seconds.

He looked at me again, "you called for Evan?"  Yes.

He annouced a a PA system like you would see in a school office. 

Finally my searching was done and there he was coming down the stairs.  It was  my own personal miracle.  I found him,  Now can I keep him?

 

I am spening the day with him tomorrow.  Please pray all goes well and that I can talk to him about Harvest House and that he will make the commitment to go