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Toodles 2013

What on earth makes time go so fast as we get older?  Sometimes I get scared because it seems like nothing is slow and treasured. Things that are not necessary take hold of us and we miss what we can never get back - what mattered.  

Thanksgiving taught me many lessons. I think this was the best of all Novembers. Did money fall from the sky?  No.  Notta.  Nope.  

We had a chance to help an organization in Houston serve a Thanksgiving dinner (the week before Thanksgiving) to tons of kids. The org is called Cornerstone Family Ministries and they just have what they do down.  I was so inspired and aware of how important it is to show up. This mattered. This blessed me. It was better than money falling peeps. Way better.  

We had dinner Wednesday night with family. It was wonderful of-course. Who can't enjoy great company, a fried turkey, all the stuff to go with it and a fire in the backyard?  #special

Thanksgiving morning we woke up and headed to another amazing organization called Champions4Hope. This one got us all. We didn't have any idea that we would meet someone we can't shake out of our hearts. 

Our first "customer" was on the streets cleaning windshields. It was freezing outside. We made his plate and typical me got real nosey. 

How old are you?  24

Right there - STOP. 24 years old. This was my son's age.  He became personal and human and not a "homeless person". We noticed he had on a paper hospital outfit. He explained a car had hit him the week prior. He had spent 3 says in the hospital. He showed us the stitches and bruises. We were jaw dropped.  I didn't care that he had been drinking. I cared that this precious, young man had no id- no ss card- no clothes but a paper hospital outfit and a jacket with a girl's name on it. How could addiction do this to someone?  How could the enemy lure someone to this life?  

We left to serve others but this boy stayed on our minds. We found a dollar store open after my sister in law felt she needed to buy a collar and leash for one of the dogs on the street. :). 

  My daughter found sweats and said "let's get these and give them to Zachary". We bought the sweats, t shirt and socks. When we got back to the spot we were serving, my husband asked if we got socks. I told him we had but they were for Zachary.  My husband asked if we had ONE pair to give. There was a man standing with my man waiting on just that - a pair of socks. Again- how can anyone choose this life? Did they choose it?  I can't say loud enough - NO!  No one looks in the mirror and says to themselves "I can't wait to be so addicted that I give up everything to live on the streets". 

We found our Zachary hours later.  He was limping car to car washing windows. I swear we were so happy we could barely stand it. We all yelled "ZACHARY". He finally heard, saw and struggled across the road. We gave him the bag and showed him the clothes. He ran in the gas station and came out all spiffy!  We yelled WOOOO HOOOO!  We were so happy. You know what that boy said to me?  He said "thank you mama"

I immediately said in shock, "

did you just call me mama?"  He told me he did. I said, "I am mama"

I cannot thank Jesus enough for taking some of my Heart of stone and replacing it with some compassion.

 Everyone needs compassion.