Waiting on the bus
One of the happiest and proudest days of our marriage was the day we became debt free!
Two and half hard years of working those baby steps paid of in more ways than just financially. Kris and I never fight over money, we never have to worry about how we will pay that next bill, and we are confident in the tools and skills we have learned to become and stay debt free.
The process was not, and is not, without its trials and tough decisions. But it is a choice I would make over and over again. Because one of my favorite moments of our marriage thus far was standing in our living room yelling, “we’re debt free!!!”
You want to talk about being strong? Let me introduce you to some of the strongest women I know.
The mom with the 4 year old girl with special needs and her 2 week (yes 2 week) old baby brother. Mom comes in every morning with a smile on her face, despite the fact that they have been homeless for the last year. She dotes on her children and never yells or vents her frustrations. STRONG
Then there is the mother who chose to leave her alcoholic husband, even though he cut off her child support. Because, she says, raising a child with no money is better than raising a child with a bad father. Every day she continues to put one foot in front of the other, increasing her job skills and hoping that her home will be ready for her soon. STRONG
And the mom who spoke out. Who let people know that homelessness has many faces, and at any time, it could be the one looking at you in the mirror. College educated, long work history, faithful husband, three incredible kids. Two layoffs in less than a year led to eviction. Now this mom vows not to keep silent to save face. She speaks out loud and often to let her community know there is a tragedy in this city, and it’s being overlooked. STRONG
These women, and the hundreds before them and the hundreds after them possess a strength that is unwavering. In the face of uncertainty and adversity, they hold their heads high, lift their babies on their hips, and keep moving forward. I cannot think of anything else stronger.
Tonight was Trinity UMC’s Festival of Light concert.
This is one of my new favorite holiday traditions. I have gone to the Festival for the last three years. The music is always spectacular and the whole event sets you in a spirit of rejoicing for the holidays. I’m so grateful for a church with a vibrant music program that does so much to lift our spirits and adds so much to our worship each week.
Tonight the choir honored Ginny, who has been singing with the TUM choir for 55 years! It was a beautiful tribute that had out choir director a little choked up. And wonderful moment to rejoice in the faithful and beautiful voice of a woman who has poured her life into Trinity.
Pardon me for missing yesterday’s post. I was helping coordinate serving 600 guests for dinner (with the help of 250 volunteers.)
And then I was helping about 350 families shop for one another for Christmas. With help of course, from an additional 100+ volunteers.
If there was ever a day that embodied gather, yesterday was it.