same kind of different as me

some authors have a gift. their voice draws you right in and you are living their story, breathing their words. last night i finished "same kind of different as me" {ron hall & denver moore} and i cried like a baby. i laughed out loud. i gasped. my heart ached and rejoiced. i was living their story because, for a few hours, the authors became part of me. or is it the other way around?

regardless, read it. 

it moved me in a way not many books can.

there is a second book of sorts. not a sequel, more a companion. 

i can't wait to read it. 

"there's somethin i learned when i was homeless: our limitation is god's opportunity. when you get all the way to the end of your rope and there ain't nothin you can do, that's when god takes over. i remember one time i was hunkering down in the hobo jungle with some folks.  we was talkin 'bout life, and this fella was talkin and said, 'people think they're in control, but they ain't.  the truth is, that which must befall thee must befall thee. and that which must pass thee by must pass thee by'."

"i use to spend a lot of time worryin that i was different from other people, even from other homeless folks. then, after i met miss debbie and mr ron, i worried that i was so different from them that we wadn't ever gon' have no kind a' future. but i found out everybody's different-- the same kind of different as me. we're all just regular folks walkin down the road god done set before us. the truth is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, the earth ain't no final restin place.  so in a way, we is all homeless-- just workin our way toward home."