There is a joy in service that I desire my children to experience. It is a gift that cannot be cherished until opened.
Yesterday, we served.
The cupboard is supported by our local ministry association, is staffed by area churches who take turns working. Hundreds of families are provided with food through this organization.
The boys enjoyed their first time as volunteers.
Taking a break.
“How do you know they really need the food?” Teddy asks. “How do you know they aren’t lying?”
I remember, standing in long lines as a young girl to receive government commodities. Face burning in shame.
“Would you come here, if you didn’t need to?”
“We trust. And if a few people take advantage, it is worth it to help those in need.”
He is thinking of things he would not have to ponder if we were not here, offering our hands in help.
We will be back.