Today is Palm Sunday. The beginning of Holy Week. I cannot come to this day each year without remembering 17 years ago to the day, a young 13 year old girl came into our family and stayed for 5 1/2 years. Her family had disintegrated around her and no one was there to help her pick up the pieces. What she had seen and experienced in her short life most people don't see in a lifetime.
That particular Lenten season I had been praying that God put before me what he wanted me to do and to allow me the courage to do it. Then Palm Sunday came and there was his answer.
I have to tell you it scared the pee out of me. I had not handled teenagers to that point and did we ever get a crash course!
I have prayed that prayer again this season. I had been talking via email and Facebook with that same girl, who is now a beautiful woman, for about 3 months or so. This last Thursday I heard voice again on the phone. This was not a cry for help (except her 2 year old boy is in his terrible twos and who doesn't want some help there). It was just a phone call so very long in the making. I talked with her the next day and the next. I have seen pictures of children. She has called me mom again.
Thanks be....
Where is the need that needs to be met. I know the answer will be coming and it will probably scare the pee out of me again. I just hope I will be allowed the courage to meet it.
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