Heading into the new year, into an unknown amount of tomorrows, I look to the past. I look to seemingly unrelated little things that shifted the entire outcome of my life.
The stories I heard from my mum about working at a children’s home. As a child, it struck me as unimaginable. A child without a home? When there are so many homes? So many empty rooms?
A girl at school. A girl without a home. Perhaps, better put, too many houses but not a home.
A co-worker who fostered. Did she realize her stories were adding shape and structure to a formless feeling.
Prayers to God on what we are to do with his gifts. How are we suppose to use, to be good stewards of what we’ve been given? The walls started to form. A roof, some windows, a door.
A home for little ones needing a home, be it only for tomorrow or for an unknown amount of tomorrows.