I am sure you have heard the expression ” If you do what you love you will never work a day in your life.”
I love what I do. But it is still work. I come home tired. I come home dirty. I come home frustrated. I come home excited. I leave work with a sense of accomplishment. And I usually come home happy. I am happy with what we did today. I am happy that we are helping others.
I am hopeful everyday that we can provide love to the lives of all we work with. The kids who come to us knowing that we care about them are happy to have a hot meal and love to play and tease. Several of them offered to come home with me the other day.
We show love to the people that come to us for help with housing. When we meet with them, we try to be as honest as we can about what we can do. We do not want to set false expectations.
We give love to the homeless people that come to us when we treat them as people and not problems. When we provide hot showers, clean clothes and a warm meal. With no strings attached.
Love is diapers given free. Love is sitting with someone who is mourning the loss of a loved one. Love is helping people have dignity.
Love is the look in a kid’s eyes when they get a treat when they come with gramma for sandwiches. But it is also when the kid asks if Jamie is there. Cause Jamie is cool.
Love is when my staff goes out of the way to provide a fresh baked treat such as brownies for the kids. Love is being with a coworker when they are in the hospital.
Love is when the crowd out front has your back when an angry person confronts you.
Love is many simple things.
Yes, I come home tired. I come home sore. But I know that we have shown people love.
God loves you and so do I.