I have been spending my afternoons in the HOPE room at school. It is a place for homeless (or nearly homeless) students to come and relax. We have lots of food, clothes, toiletries, etc. to give them and snacks, games, books, and movies to keep us busy!
Yesterday, a new family came to hang out. A brother (11th grade) and sister (9th grade) came for the first time and we discovered that the family was not sure where they would be staying after today. The brother has high-functioning autism. When the mom came to pick them up, we let her grab all the food she could carry. It was such a blessing to be able to provide such a huge need for this family. Thank you to everyone who has donated cans and other food to our supply!
For the last 24 hours, I’ve been thinking about the ways that other people have provided for my family in similar situations. When I was young, my parents didn’t have much more than an awesome fixer upper and a never-ending rotation of hand-me-down cars. We had so little money left for food that it was a relief when a family friend came by with a pallet of tomato soup. It’s a miracle I can still eat tomato soup.
Last year, I was left homeless when our apartment had a fire the morning we were supposed to move in (or so we were told). Two months later, repairs had not been made and it was too late to find a reasonably priced short-term lease in Manhattan for the rest of the school year! I still cannot express my gratitude towards the friends and family who let me sleep on their couches for the semester.
In fact, my homelessness last year is what inspired me to start this blog; I lived out of four bags for four months.
Now that I’ve been able to unpack my bags and live in one place for awhile, I can say that in every valley of life, there is a place called hope. I am thankful God allowed my season of homelessness to end, but I am glad to be able to share that with my HOPE room kids. Hopefully there will be an opportunity for me to share with them at some point.