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 ……
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