In transition

 Had the opportunity to serve dinner at a homeless shelter.  Originally, I thought were were setting up, scooping food, cleaning up.  Boy was I wrong... 

Turns out it was part of "Hope Week", something a local church organized.  And we actually walked over to the homeless shelter.... and little piece of land that can only be described as a "community" like a mobile home village, perhaps? And the homes are bungalows for the residents.  How they got here... how long will they be here... where they're going... everyone has a story.  

Joyce ended up serving dinner.  Both kids were in charge of the drinks station.  And I was given the task of "Connector" which is to sit down, talk, mingle, and given the opportunity... pray for our guests. 

There was a lady that was originally from Hong Kong... and we connected through language and culture. 

There was a mother with a junior higher and a high schooler who wants to major in Criminal Justice. They escaped from Ukraine a few years ago due to geopolitical issues.

There are a smathering of other stories and personalities.  

Everyone has a story.  Some are just down in the dumps.  Some are possibly one paycheck short for making ends meet.  And some needs a second chance to get them through this transitory period.

Very humbling... and we're very blessed.