Sunny Day

making up for the darker days, making me smile just to be there:

overhearing two residents talking theology and Scripture memorization

watching the director directing from the middle of chaos, measuring tape peeking from his pocket, as volunteers emptied our Family Services closet into the entryway, sorted and organized, and put it all back

sunshine outside, and the men able to walk to the "smoke shack" without jackets, without shivering
They have enough to hunch their shoulders against in their lives.

I love the story of the Mission, its transformation from a grungy sleeping space that served beans and rolls, if they were lucky, to a million-dollar facility, residence, recovery program, family services, recycling program, multiple second-hand stores - not for the prosperity of it but for the faithfulness of the director and his wife. They are retiring this year after 28 poured into the lives of hundreds and hundreds of families.

The personally encouraging part is that they came here when they were about 40 years old, with a whole new life ahead of them. It gives me hope that whatever comes after age 47 for me can still be valuable.

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