I wasn’t sure if I should be elated or saddened by that.
Here my girls get to go “back to school” shopping with a new pair of shoes, several new outfits and shiny new school supplies each year. It’s just a given to them. And my heart is torn when I see these children come into our fellowship hall, thrilled to get my girl’s old, silver glittery Target tennis shoes. I probably have the wrong attitude about the whole thing. I should be happy that we are able to help other people. And I am. But the over riding feeling is sadness with a dose of humbleness in there as well.
“There but for the grace of God, go I.”
It was Mike’s first time helping- he later told me that when he walked into Moor Hall and saw the people and all the clothing that he had to take a moment to gather himself.
It was a tremendous amount of work for those ladies on this committee- an entire 40+ hour week of just setting up the clothes alone. But goodness, how they must get paid back ten fold when they see the folks coming in by the dozens thrilled to get some ol’ Haystack khaki slacks or a men’s XL button down shirt.
Kenley helping her Sassy