My Gratitude journal entry for today:
Chances to be kind.
Chances to take chances on others.
Chances to offer chances.
Our homeless shelter has an opening, a room. In one day I met a recovering heroine addict, a woman a year younger than me told by friends “you have to go” and a teenage boy who thought we would be afraid to help, that our rules said he was too old.
When I can, I meet women needing shelter. Them and their children.
Last week a, middle schooler named Leila gave me a tiny school picture, writing her name on the back. Her mama gave us pictures, thanking us for covering the cost.
One mama, yesterday had no place for her 17-year-old to sleep. The people who were helping said “no more” and so he would sleep in a hotel room alone until she ran out of money…one more night. We had no room, five families, 13 beds and in “shelter speak” we did not have bedspace. We tried other resources, no help; so we made a plan.
To accommodate, to make it work.
On this Saturday, bright sunshine hopeful…a family, a mama is with her children all together. Her son has joined the family.
There was a lot of talk about Red Cups last week and the Christian responses recommended was to “feed the hungry, clothe the poor…generosity, demonstrating love, accommodating the distressed……Loving one another”
And I keep thinking of sayings and quotes, silly and/or profound…”Blessed are the flexible for they will not be bent out of shape.”
“small things with great love” and “every little thing’s gonna be alright.”
Our shelter, a place of blessing and accommodation, a place to entertain strangers.
God, our God will richly bless us. Psalm 67:6