Working for the Red Cross on our disaster response team, I had the privilege of meeting many people on, possibly, the worst day of their life. They were usually displaced, having no idea when, where, or if they would be returning. They were hungry, exhausted, stressed, defensive, broken, and lost. Limbo. Wanting to go back to the way things were but home not being safe enough to go back.
A short while later, I had the privilege to join different disaster response team. I joined the ranks of foster parent, serving displaced persons, hungry, exhausted, defensive, broken, and lost. In limbo, they often want to go back to the way were but their home, too, not being safe enough to go back.
It is a privilege to serve, love, pray for, and be refined by these incredible survivors. Today, I was catching up on scanning some of our foster license paperwork into our digital vault and while I was signing in, I saw the Red Cross help ads popping up. We all need a hand some times. Today, let’s reach out and lend a hand.