I threw the paper on the table to read it, not a common thing for me. I usually bypass reading it. There, on the front cover, my past and part of my future stared at me. In my post for Mommy Piggy Tales, I recorded my memory of the shooting from the University of Texas tower (Siblings and Recorded History Event)
The second headline also hit my heart. Poverty rates for kids rising. As God is pushing my heart to see the poverty that surrounds me, I flipped the page to continue my reading. My own story is so similar and laced within the quotes of the interviewed representative.
"They are typical, long-term unemployed," said Lynne Sipiora, executive director of the Samaritan Inn, a homeless shelter. "They've blown through their savings. They've borrowed from everyone they can. They've gone from family member to friend, and now they're just out of options."
"They're homeless, but in a million years they didn't think it would happen to them," she said. "We've got people right now who used to be regular donors."
I sat at the kitchen table, soberly wading through all my thoughts and emotions. We are not homeless, but one month of lack of income can put us there. We still have food in the pantry....for this week. I know I don't have resources to give, but I do have hands and feet. My future calls me to get involved.
My prayer...."God, you promise to use everything for our good. May you use my trials to continue to make me sensitive. May you use my hands and my feet to take your good news to the community around me. May I hear the cries of the hurting and not close my heart. Give me courage, that word you had me write across my mirror, to be obedient to your calling."