...who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she fantasized about housekeepers and a laundress.
Laundress; is that such a thing or am I making that up. Laundrywoman, or man - in my fantasies, I'm not even a little picky. I just want the laundry done without me actually having to enter my laundry room. I do like cleaning out the lint thing though. It's unusually satisfying.
Now, just imagine what it would look like if we added four more children to the mix.
We have a beautiful momma in the neighborhood who has five children and, a month ago, had twin boys. Seven children under 13 including twin babies, public housing, no car, no family in town, no church, no daddies; life would be almost impossible for anyone, even with lots of resources.
A couple of the guys from the ministry have been helping with the boys, helping her try to find a job, etc. but, since the birth of the babies, she quickly declined. We'd been taking meals and offering help but she wanted to be able to do it all, even in the midst of incredibly tough circumstances.
Friday, she had a nervous breakdown which left seven children with no place to go. Thankfully, she has a great friend across the street who took the month-old babies and the oldest daughter, and the four boys came here. Let's do that mental math together; 6 chil'ren + 4 chil'ren = 4 chil'ren. Ok, my math isn't great but it helps me live in denile about how many people are living under our roof.
I can't even close the door to my laundry room and my washing machine has started asking for health coverage and stock options.
Seriously, we have spent the past five days overwhelmed by the provision of the Lord through his people. Families from across the city have stepped in to offer help and it has been incredible. A friend unloaded a Suburban full of necessities, and when I told her it was more than excessive, she replied, "My husband shows love by going to Sam's Club. He's loving ya'll alot."
Ok, admittedly, a tiny part of me wondered if he could show his love with Nordstrom Spa gift certificates.
It's so wrong, I know. I know.
What's been really a blessing to get to see is the way Dea and Darius have loved these boys. Darius came with me once last week, before all of this happened, when we were taking the family dinner and when we left, he said, "MaMelissa, I know how hard it is. I have been there".
The oldest boy is twelve and totally looks up to Dea and Darius who have given him shoes, clothes, and pep talks that have made Trey and I so proud. They've played with the little kids, helped corral them, and at times, even corrected them for fighting or being disrespectful.
Tee, Olivia, Graham, and Sadie have welcomed these boys with Wii remotes, bubble gum, and turns on the Ripstick.
I could have sworn our Ripstick was broken was but, in fact, it was just me. I'm very uncoordinated.
The situation is temporary; until their mom can get out of the hospital and back on her feet. Their Granny and Auntie came in this morning so the boys may go home as soon as this weekend.
Needless to say, I've had enough things to write about to fill a book, but absolutely no time.
Thank you, Lord, for giving us the opportunity to participate in your work in caring for the fatherless and those in distress in this community. And thank you that your people respond to need in ways beyond comprehension.