Lately we’ve been experiencing a FLOOD of found treasures.
My husband taught our 5-year-old daughter, who lost her winter coat last year, to ride a “big girl” bike. I honestly did not even think about the fact that now she was going to need a helmet. A couple days later, spread across the middle of the busy street near the house where we live, he found a spotless hot pink down vest (exactly her size) AND a pristine girl’s bike helmet decorated with pink hearts.
We’d been watching yard sales and Craigslist for a cheap stroller or high chair ever since our 9-month-old son was old enough to use either of them. Nothing. Then last week my husband needed to use the family car to help someone move, so my children and I walked the .9 miles to the little church that feeds the hungry and homeless twice a day. After a delicious lunch, the sweet volunteers there offered us a bag of groceries (salads and sandwich wraps from Trader Joe’s!) to take home with us. As we walked back home, the baby in a sling on my hip, our 8-year-old helping me carry the groceries while I carried the diaper bag, I thought, “It sure would be nice to have a stroller. The baby would be riding in it and the bags would fit in the basket below.” When my husband returned at the end of the day, he brought with him not only a free stroller he’d found by the side of the road, but also a free high chair someone had left out for trash.
We also have received three separate bags full of hand-me-down clothes for our kiddos, just in time for the cold(er) weather for which we were ill-equipped, and two deliveries of free desperately needed clothes for mama–many of them with the tags still on. Not to mention all of our free meals and bags of high-quality groceries every week. We don’t ever spend money on food anymore!
My favorite answered prayer, though, is undoubtedly the massive influx of COMMUNITY we’ve been blessed with, after years of wandering in the desert as lone wolves, praying for community and a sense of belonging and just a few friends to do life with. Suddenly now we are a part of two different church tribes AND the beautiful group of semi-homeless and homeless folks that break bread together twice a day at the Manna Room food ministry. They absolutely love our children and are thrilled to see us coming. They brings us little (and not-so-little) gifts, like lamps and pretty dishes they find left out by the dumpster, because we’re the only people they know who live in a house. Our oldest son knows almost everyone there by name now, and every time we walk back to our car after eating and chatting with these amazing people, it feels like leaving family after a big celebration.
Truly, my cup runneth over. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You, Abba. You never cease to amaze and delight us. 😉