Highs and Lows

Now I don't know where the idea of highs and lows was invented, but I was first introduced to it by a comrade CO who used it as a tool to provoke discussion and debrief after a major group experience (conference, mission trip, etc.) It has been so effective that it caught on down here in Charlotte, so we use it with the kids @ cell group, in Church and so on. It's a great way to get down to the bare bones of something - especially for chatty kathys like me. (!)

The past few days have been FULL to OVERFLOWING when it comes to activities and experiences, so it's hard to narrow it all down. So, I'm just going to give you my highs and lows. Here goes...

Yesterday

Lows

While moving a group of Christmas turkeys from the bottom floor of the Corps to the kitchen on the second floor, I leaked raw turkey juice on my uniform (shirt, pants AND shoes)

I let the myself get all frustrated about this.
For about 20 minutes. Until the juice dried and I forgot all about it. (!)

Highs

I facilitated a family of my favourite kids loving on a couple of men whose sexual orientation generally causes them to despised - the guys thought they'd bless the kids by donating a beautifully decorated Christmas Tree, but in turn they were the ones blessed up (isn't that always the way!) and moved to tears by the beauty, acceptance and Christlike love of children...

I had a very enjoyable lunch date with new friends who feel like old friends.

I connected with a family I hadn't seen in a long time and was able to hook them up with our Christmas program - the BEST part of this high is the testimony Ms. Lea shared with me. You see, we've always known her to move around from slummy run-down rental house to slummy, run-down rental house...and the house she's been in these past months isn't any different. Until she got a letter from her landlord's bank indicating that they were foreclosing on the house and that she had 8 days to collect her boys and their belongings and get out. Ms. Lea isn't a wallflower - she's feisty! She called up the bank and spoke with the manager, pleading for more time and asking if there was anything that she could do to avoid being evicted...jokingly he said "Well, if you had $1000 you could put down a down-payment" Ms. Lea told me that in that moment she only had $300 to her name - so she did what she could on a wing and a prayer and was able to scrape together the money -Ms. Lea is the proud owner of a slummy, crummy run-down house! It made my day!