This weekend was our third Kids' Night Out. We had met with our pastor a few days prior and established a goal of forming deeper relationships with the families in order to find out what will most help them instead of just guessing at their needs and offering that. So we hoped on Friday to see the usual parents and ask some specific questions to them. We knew some would be on a field trip, but we prayed some would come anyway.
They didn't.
None came that we knew.
Only one mother we'd never met brought her 3 children and one of their friends. They were precious and we enjoyed talking with them and playing with them, but in the back of my mind I was disappointed we missed the opportunity to pursue our goal. Having just met this one mother, we didn't feel like it was the time to dive in very deep with her.
So we focused our efforts on what we did have: 4 children that have a great need for love and attention. They were very open to interacting with us and though a few were a bit challenging, they had fun and one openly told us he didn't want to leave.
But leave they did. Their mom came a bit early and we were left to clean up and assess what to do with all the leftover groceries.
Now begins part 2 of our story, which Matt likes to call "The Amazing Race: Grace Hill Ladies Edition".
My friend Robyn suggested we deliver the groceries to the families and since we finished up a little early, we decided to go ahead and try to do it that night. She bravely dialed them all up and they were all so responsive to our request to deliver. Those that she left messages with called us back right away and every single family said yes to us coming.
So Robyn, another friend, and I bravely (praying all the way, mostly motivated by all of our lack of navigation skills!!) loaded up her truck with groceries and headed out to all sorts of areas of town that we'd never been to.
At the end of the night, we had had quite the experience...aside from our driving adventures and mishaps, we had been to several families' homes, had some good conversations that let us in on several of their situations, talked to some of the girls that didn't make it, gotten hugged and thanked, heard how much they appreciated the program and groceries, and felt a whole lot closer to becoming friends with these ladies.
Sounds a lot like what we felt like needed to happen that night, right?
Why was I surprised? We feel like God led us to this program and we've been trying so hard to suppress ourselves and our own plans, that His would be clear. Of course he will answer the needs he places before us!
So slowly I'm learning to expect the unexpected when I am humble enough and patient enough to trust in God's plan and timing. So hard to not rush ahead, get disappointed, try to make my own way. But he is present and he is working, both in me and through this program.
So excited to see how he enables us to come alongside these parents and children and together work to better their situations!
For now, waiting, praying, beginning to really love these families.
So thankful.