Yesterday we went to the homeless shelter to serve meals. We got there 15 min's late, which is unusual for me, because I am always on time. But I guess between the rain and the traffic, and then the construction (I had to look for a parking lot and then walk back to the shelter), it couldn't be helped. We totally missed the first meal, so I felt bad about that. All we could do was hang around until it was time to serve the second meal. In the mean time, we kind of felt like we were in the way.
It was a strange experience, to be honest. I don't think much about people who are needy, and I didn't realize how many homeless and hungry people there are right near to my home. It makes me wonder why they are homeless, how they got in that situation. I hate it that I can come up with so many reasons for it in my head, and they are probably all wrong. They all seemed to be such nice people, pleasant and very grateful for the food.
Anyway, I'm glad we went. I'm glad the boys got to go see the place, serve the people, consider those less fortunate than themselves, and to remember how much God has blessed them.
The ride home was horrendous. A 30 minute ride turned into almost an hour and a half. I was frazzled by the time we got back.
Tomorrow after church we are headed to another event, a bike marathon for M.S. Kyle is going to entertain them, which he isn't exactly thrilled about, and Ryan and I are supposed to be cheering for the bikers as they cross the finish line, and hand out medals.
I hope it's a good day.Eph. 4:2 Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.
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