I remembered the kleenex for the first time. Every week, someone breaks down because there’s a lot going on, and you really can’t find space for yourself to have a good cry. Today, it’s because Sunday is Mother’s Day and she was missing her kids. All she wants to do is get her life back, she said. She’ll just get through her time in here and then go home and that is all that matters.
It’s hard to be in a place where you have so little control over your environment and your destiny. At the end, we prayed.
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Sorry. I haven’t asked how things have been going. Thanking God that He’s given – is giving – you the grace to respond to His call. And that He’s given you the resources/strength to BE THERE…to listen…to cry…to encourage. And to pray!
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, SO THAT we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.”
It is wonderful that you have found it in your calling to do this work; you benefit so many people, including yourself. I wish we were closer.
Thanks, Elaine. I do, too, Cindy. Why does five hours seem so far away?