Instead, we had ourselves some out of town comp'ny. Staying with us. In our home. Which I hadn't gotten around to cleaning yet this year.
Becca and Adam, whom I met via this blog, are starting a mentoring program in Atlanta and wanted to come in town and
I'm going to be honest, and we've already told them this story, the whole thing gave Trey pause.
"Now, how do you know these people?"
"Uh huh. And they're staying with us? In our house? For four days?"
"Um, baby, that's great and all, and I get the whole 'Body of Christ' thing and everything but, um, is there a chance they could also be serial killers?"
"Naw. They're fine."
And they were. They were more than fine. They were amazing - the sweetest, most genuine couple who love Jesus and are really looking at what the Bible says about the poor, the marginalized, and the needy, and what biblical justice and mercy really look like.
And as soon as they said, "Kevin should TOTALLY win Top Chef this season.", all Trey's fears about serial killers went out the window. Meeting people who'd vote for the same chef you would on a reality show is, for Trey, tantamount to running a background check through CIA Headquarters.
You know what I like about writing CIA Headquarters in this post? Becoming the cog in the machine for people legitimately searching Google for 'CIA Headquarters'.
Anyway, the Lord has been incredibly faithful to allow us, over the past several weeks, to meet face to face, several friends who are doing incarnational, inner-city ministry around the country.
It's been such an encouragement to both of us to sit down with more people who share the same heart, have the same outrageous stories, and love what they're doing enough to think they're the luckiest people in the world to be called into this kind of ministry. Admittedly, sometimes I wondered if everyone on the Mercy Street staff had just fallen into the same pool of crazy. Apparently, it's a pretty big pool full of pretty inspiring people.
What, however, has not been great has been realizing that every woman I know who does urban ministry has really great hair. The kind they can just let air dry and it looks all beautiful and shiny and Pantene-commercial-like.
Hannah has it.
Mindy has it.
Stephanie has it.
Becca has it.
Delta has it
Nicole has it.
Carly has it.
I don't has it. The 80's were not good to this head of hair and I'm not sure it's ever recovered. My hair is fine, kinda naturally wavy-straight-frizzy, and I ashamedly take my hot rollers on out of town trips. Without a hair-dryer, well, you don't want to go there right before bed.
In the interest of revealing my complete insecurities, I wonder...Becca's whole blog is chock-full of pictures. She's a pretty great photographer. But, the whole time they were here, the whole four days, she got out her camera zero times.
I mean, I don't want to seem paranoid or anything but, does anyone have the 411 on good hair they can give me? Apparently, with this kinda company, I'm gonna need it.