One of the biggest blessings of life, that I often find myself forgetting or being thankful for, is the ability to reflect on life. Reflect on what God has provided for us. Reflect on the struggles that have impacted us. Reflect on hurdles we have overcame and hurdles that may still be in our way. We are able to reflect on the blessings of life, and for that I am grateful. Today, I truly believe I have finally crossed a hurdle and pushed it aside.
On July 10, 2015 I was for sure my life had ended. Not in the standpoints of life and death. But ended in the since, that all I had worked for, all that I had pushed and believed it, it had been no good. Everything had been wasted and lost. For 6 months prior, I had been operating as Shelter Coordinator. This is not a position, that I walked into having all procedures set in stone. This is a position, that I had worked tireless hours over developing policy and procedures, volunteer and training materials, designing a layout for a check in routine and developed an intake process for. This position was a huge on taking, but I felt that God had put me there and I was going to conquer. This position had developed on remolding an old building in downtown Lenoir to become Lenoir's first Emergency Shelter for men, women and children. This position had developed on working with construction crews to hang sheet rock, determine doorways and locations of toilets. This position had been developing on making presentations to churches, service groups and others about the mission of this shelter and what it was to become. This position had been developing on being interviewed by newspaper and students for papers. This position, had not come easy, but it was my baby and I did everything for it. We opened the doors of this shelter on one of the coldest nights that January in 2015. No one came to stay, but I was so thankful that we were able to open that night in the event that someone did need a warm place to stay. But in no time, the shelter became full, I was over capacity, but the temps were low and people needed a place to go. I worked tireless hours training volunteers, doing intakes for residents coming in, doing laundry, making sure their was food in the kitchen, case management for all my residents, and most of all being the light of Christ.
Each day my feet were exhausted and my body was weary, but God lead me. He lead me though an average of 2 presentations a week. He lead me though failed drug tests of clients and rules being broken. He lead me though volunteer vacancies and random locker searches. He lead me though snow days and resident panic attacks. He lead me. There's not a day that I would have wanted anything more than being in that shelter. Winter was hard, but God lead me. We celebrated 100 days of being open with an ice cream party. In just my 6 months of being there, I had over 60 residents. Some came and went, and some stayed awhile. The days went by and I wish I could remember all the experiences I had. I wish I had journaled more, not about the residents, but about the moments.
But on July 10, 2015 - what happened that day - I did not see coming. Days leading up to it, I had experienced struggles. Struggles harder that I can imagine. But what happened that morning at 9:00 something, was more devastating than I ever thought could happen. I was told that I would no longer be the shelter coordinator and I was not allowed to tell residents or volunteers goodbye. That day, my heart was broken in more ways than 1, in ways that I still cannot put in words. It was more than learning I would no longer be the Shelter Coordinator, it was more than being told I couldn't say Goodbye, it was how it was handled. And that is when the biggest hurdle I have ever seen, was placed in my life. No hurdles had been that big to me before. I loved that place and those residents like they were my family, because they were. I had spent Valentines Day with them, July 4th, most weeks 7 days solid, I was there when breakfast was served and when supper was ready, some nights I even slept there. I was there when relationships were broken, for panic attacks, for celebrations, for everything. We were a family. And with every family there are thorns, and we had them, and while I was the leader as Shelter Coordinator, we still tackled them all together.
I can still remember that day, every detail of how it went down. I still remember that weekend following and how the news of how I had been asked to leave was twisted. I still remember the shock of reading a letter sent to volunteers, signed with my name, that I had not written nor signed. I still remember how it felt to pack my office and not get to say goodbye to my family. I still feel the pain of feeling that my life was over. And everything that I had done was worthless.
Days went by. I could not drive by without feeling the pain. Months went by, and I still detoured to avoid passing. A year went by before I could feel okay to step foot back in the place. The floors and wall, the place had done nothing to me, but the leadership and management had caused me more pain than I can describe.
Now two years later, and I still have that pain. I plan very carefully, when I visit. I donate specific items that I know they need. But even two years later, I feel very stabbed by the hurdle that was placed there. And while I still do not feel like I can fully serve there, I do feel that I have crossed that hurdle. Some of the biggest blessings of life have come from that experience. And I am beyond grateful for everything that it did for me. I pray about it daily. I drive by with a smile, knowing it was because of how God lead me that the place is standing and operating to serve men, women and children that find themselves without a sustainable place to live.
God has lead me to step out of my comfort zone and join a new church. I've been attending for 6 months now, but am slowly getting connected. Nothing was wrong with my growing up congregation, but when God leads you, I knew I had best follow. God has lead me to reconnect with some volunteers that I never got to say goodbye to. God has lead me to reconnect with some residents that I had. God has lead me to speaking with others about my time there. God is leading me in a direction that I do not know, nor want to know, because I want to grab every opportunity and thing along the journey.
I do not share this story, looking for pity. I share this story, because God is telling me to. I share this story, because everyone has hurdles in their life, big or small, they are there. And by giving your life to God and letting him lead you, the time will come when the hurdle can be jumped and pushed to the side.
Dear Heavenly Father, you have been with me for my whole life, and I am so grateful that you chose me to be your Child. Without you guidance I would be lost. Thank you for not leaving me when I stray and for not dropping me off your list when I struggle to speak with you. I have had some rough days in the past months, and thank you for showing me that I must walk the journey. I pray that you will continue to remind me that when my day is bad, I need to find you, and talk with you, instead of getting stuck in my rut. Heavenly Father, because of you I am able to share my story for others in hope that they look to giving their lives to you. In Jesus holy name, Amen.