So I have been at my new job for a couple of weeks now at the homeless shelter, teaching preschool. It doesn't pay much at all, but has incredible perks such as getting to go to chapel and Bible study and getting leftover food from the kitchen-- really cool stuff. One of the amazing things is the people I work with. And the women from the shelter I encounter. One day in chapel as we finished singing worship songs, we had some time to bring up praise reports and prayer requests.
Several women who were staying at the shelter told their stories of desperation, being treated unfairly, being hurt and abused, losing their homes-- these are very serious, scary things. Especially for the ones who have children. They have nothing.
And yet-- here is the amazing, humbling party--
At the same time as telling these awful stories...these women were praising God for His goodness, His faithfulness, His love. Even though they'd been through the ringer emotionally, spiritually, financially-- they still see God as the Giver of all good things, as their Helper and their Provider.
I was so humbled by their faith that I nearly cried. That I should have such faith. That I should have such trust. That I should see what they see.
My faith has become strengthened by these women. Though they thought they had nothing left, nothing to give others, I have received a lot from them in the past couple of weeks-- the gift of faith. I am so humbled by their immense love and trust for God-- for He is truly worthy of our worship and our love.