But last night was different.

Last night my family and I worked at our church's homeless ministry. Usually I'm passing out desserts, Mom is giving them toilet paper, and Dad is greeting everyone and carrying their things to their cars.
But last night was different.
Since it was Thanksgiving week, volunteers were overflowing the place. There were fifteen little children at a one person station. Usually having so many people is cumbersome. No one really works, and no one is really needed.
But last night was different.
Mrs. Fran immediately grabbed my family and put us as the end of the line, praying a "Thanksgiving blessing" on the men and women receiving the food and toiletries. It was heartbreaking to hear some of their prayer requests... "My son is in jail." "I'm separated from my 5 children." "I just got out of the hospital and found out last week now I have cancer!"
But somehow, praying over them changed my perspective. Crazy how small my problems, my grades, my arguments seem compared to theirs. I'm so blessed, I wish I could do more for them...

Praying for others grows your love for the hurting. I'm sure of it.
<3jen