Friday, March 15, 2013

Hugs from Emma...

Emma is two years old; she has beautiful long brown hair and fair skin. Her eyes are big and brown and slightly slanted—Emma has Down’s syndrome. Her smile can light up the world and is so pure and freely given that I would term it to be Grace in its most breathtaking form. So you can imagine how wonderful it is to not only get a smile from Emma, but a leaning in, “I trust you” hug offered shyly and quietly while I sit at my desk! Pure joy is what it gave me, as if God has sent an angel to me personally for encouragement. How blessed am I!

Emma is one of many such precious children we serve at Hope House and a huge reason most of us work there. The opportunity to serve these smallest of His people is not to be missed. In discussions of social justice, social service reductions and responsibility issues; what is left is that many of the adults we are trying to teach and hold accountable are parents of these precious angels. When we cut services to adults, we often leave children out in the cold as well. Somehow, we need to make allowances and learn to teach adults without punishing their children with them.

It’s a fine line and I certainly don’t have all the answers, but I hope we can start the dialogue in an attitude of love and respect. Perhaps our wonderful new Pope, known for his concern for the poor, can be a guide for our Churches outreach.

In the meantime, I’ll keep my door open for hugs from Emma!

Monday, March 11, 2013

Where are you, God?

It’s been a couple of months since I have blogged, and I will be honest with you—it has been a rough couple of months. There is no good reason for it to have been that way—just one of those periods when what we do everyday at Hope House sometimes seems futile in the grand scheme of global poverty and “man’s inhumanity to man”. So I go to work, plod through the day with a less than invested attitude and feel lost from the real reason I am here.

Those of you who have followed my blogging in the past know that I have frequent “conversations” with God. Not so much lately, which makes it difficult to reach out to my clients with the agape love I usually feel. So I wonder—where are you, Lord?

Ok, so I just took a break to help with intake and He pretty much screamed in my ear to let me know He is here. I just checked in a couple with three small children, including a beautiful newborn baby girl, who are in need of any help they can get. Their water has been shut off; he has been unable to get a job, even though he is a HVAC worker and has applied for over 200 jobs of any kind. He is hoping an interview he has tomorrow will be the one. In meantime, they are desperate for help today. I am able to provide them with diapers, food, hygiene items and clothing today. I am also able to give them resources for their water bill—we should be able to get it back on by the end of the week. This made me feel like things are looking up—warmth in my heart!

Then, I go back to the kitchen area, where the volunteers tell me we were out of toilet paper (one of our most requested items)—then, someone came in the back door with a Costco sized package as a donation! We call that a “God-shot”!

To top it all off, a woman comes by, asks me what we need, and leaves. She returns 20 minutes later with two bags of diapers and formula, and a nice sized check. Sometimes God laughs when I write ……

Sometimes He just yells at me.