Last Wednesday Joanna and I were washing the dirty dishes from The Dale’s breakfast/art drop-in. Someone new to both of us wandered up to the door, peered in and began to talk. I wish I could have captured what he said on a recorder of some kind, it was that beautiful. This is a pale re-telling but here goes…
This is a beautiful place. I want to be a part of the beauty.
I have been homeless, I have been hopeless and now I want to be beloved.
I want to help. I want to do dishes.
I want to live life differently.
I feel ready.
I want to say that God is here. I can feel Him. I can see Him.
I just wanted you to both know this. Thank you. God bless.
Then he was gone.
I turned to Joanna. We both dissolved into tears. Somehow the tears turned into laughter and we just felt overwhelmingly grateful for the unexpected gift. It had been a tough start to the week and so we sat in the moment and then…tenderly finished the dishes.