I mentioned in my last post that Allan and I were praying for some way to serve the girls at the Fatherheart Maternity Home. We hadn't really felt anything that was feasible so I was beginning to think maybe it just wasn't time. When Rhiya came in last night, I just kinda let it go, thinking we'd enjoy her and not worry about it until next year.
This morning the kids were in the Christmas play at church. HOW.ADORABLE.ARE.THEY??
GraceAnne has been singing in the Weds night praise band and was happy to play Mary. She did so great!
Do you notice a reluctant sheep back there? Do you see that she is good friends with Mary? ;P Violet did not want to put on her shirt, so she went on stage with her Halloween shirt on. She also took off a hoof and started picking her nose. Then she ran off stage to collect cotton balls and went back on. Then she took off both hooves and threw them in front of her. I don't know if anyone else noticed, but she stole the show for me! GraceAnne is such a loving sister to have held her hand and patted her hair the way she did.
There's my little sheep, NOT singing Away in a Manger
After church we escorted the youth around the neighborhood to sell the rest of the cookies they had to get rid of. They were trying to raise money for the angel tree kids the group chose. Allan went home and rode his bike back and the littles had a blast on the bike.
Once we got home and I had lunch ready, we all sat down and started to make a game plan of our week with Rhiya. We didn't have much planned, because money is tight right now, so we discussed making gingerbread cookies from scratch and taking the police some treats and the homeless ministry on Christmas day. Then we got around to the one event we had planned that would cost a little bit-going to the drive-thru Christmas lights. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks...THAT is what we should do for those young women at the maternity home!!
So we started thinking about how we could make this happen. I remembered that they told us their free day was Tuesday. I mentioned before that they have a lot of life skills type stuff and they are busy every evening doing fun stuff except for Tuesdays. Now...today is Sunday. Tuesday is coming up pretty quick, but nevertheless, I started looking for a 15 passenger van. I called a lot of people and even looked up how much it would cost to rent one, but no luck.
I even tried to call the church that they go to to see if they would loan us a van for the night. No one answered, of course, because it's Sunday.
I sat here thinking about it and wondered if maybe it was a stupid idea, but something in my head kept saying, "Call Fatherheart." I brushed it off many times, reasoning that they would also not answer, considering it is Sunday. I thought, "I'll call them tomorrow." But the feeling wouldn't let me go. I even emailed them to see if the nudging would go away, but no. How many times does stuff like this have to happen to me before I realize that I need to LISTEN to this still, small voice?
Anyway, I finally just called and much to my surprise someone picked up on the 2nd ring! I let that surprise shine through by saying, "I didn't really expect anyone to answer!"
She said, "I'm sorry..."
I said, "don't be sorry, I just didn't think anyone would be there!"
"well, I'm cleaning the office right now and so I thought I'd answer the phone."
I said, "Well, that sounds like a God thing to me, so let me tell you what we want to do!" Then I told her about our hope and she said that she is one of the after-care residents there and doesn't make decisions, but that she would pass my message on to the house mom and she'd get back to me. Then she paused a moment and said, "I'm so blessed to get to talk to you. I'm glad I answered the phone." wow!
So I kinda figured I'd get a call back tomorrow, but literally 5 minutes later I was telling Allan about the conversation and my phone rang. I picked it up and there she was on the other line...Mama Brown! I stuttered my way through the first part of the conversation, feeling completely inadequate and like she'd think I was nuts. As she caught the idea of what I was saying she said that it would be nice, but some of the girls were going home for Christmas and that they had some extra girls from another ministry staying because they had no place to go and there was room at the house. I told her that we'd love to take any of them who wanted to go and she said she'd see if anyone wanted to go and make sure they weren't previously committed to anything else.
Then I dropped the bomb on her. I said, "Well, I'll tell you the second part of this then, and forgive me if I'm over-stepping my bounds, but we were considering asking your church to use a 15 passenger van if they have one."
"uhhhhhhh" was the response. Then I knew I had blown it. WHO calls with an idea like this without the means to pull it off? REALLY, how dare I call without having all my ducks in a row first? It's kinda like a kid coming over and asking, "can I play with all your kids' toys?" Except we'd be playing with their kids. too. HAHA!
After a moment of silence and me grimmacing she said, "well...we have a 15 passenger van. If it's not signed out on Tuesday, I'm sure someone would be willing to drive it to take everyone. Let me check on all of this stuff and I'll give you a call this evening to let you know."
This is when I ran around like a crazy lady doing little dances and begging everyone I could find IRL and on facebook to pray the doors would be wide open.
She called back an hour and a half later and said that they have a driver, a van, a couple of staff and some young women who are very excited to go see the lights in Tyler with us! PRAISE GOD! Oh, and then she thanked ME! I feel like we're the ones who are recieving the privilege. I can't imagine that I should get any thanks for any of this.
Why does this excite me? I don't really know. What I do know is that these girls are so close to my heart and I have an intense need to show them I care. Allan is excited, too. The kids are going to make gingerbread cookies and spiced cider to bring along for the ride and to share. I am on cloud nine.
Praise God. This is so amazing!