Thoughts

I’ve already been thinking about what our meal delivery will look like in the winter.  I am hoping to be able to make a hearty soup of some kind each week to pass out.      

Every week I get butterflies in my stomach on our way to the park as we approach our parking spot.  And every week, by the time we have passed out all of our lunches, I am reeling from the spectrum of emotions I have experienced from serving these lost people in the park.  Every week I am truly humbled.  Almost every single person we give a lunch to wishes God’s blessings on us.  Many ask us to pray with them before we can even offer.  They don’t flinch from our touch.  It’s obvious that many of them know Jesus.  They don’t seem to reject Him or blame Him because of the troubles they are facing or the situation they are in, but instead reach for Him. 

Tomorrow will only be my 5^th Tuesday.  Excluding myself and my own 3 kids, I have already had 9 different people serve with us and 3 more ‘newbie’s’ tomorrow.