beWARM

Sometimes, when we least expect it, a chance encounter will etch a memory forever into our hearts. Such was the case this morning.

Today, over 20 families in our community received gifts of food staples and Christmas treats, lovingly shopped for and boxed up by our church family; teachers from a local elementary school identified the families in need.

When volunteering for the one of the delivery teams, I presumed that it would be very touching to see the faces of those receiving the gifts.

I had no idea of the magnitude – or the depth –  the experience would hold.

We came to the end of a quiet street where most of the homes were trailers. This model was blue – and its exterior had weathered many a season.  A covered portal was off to the left side, roof made of corrugated metal. Sides from slatted wooden crates formed a walkway to the front door.

A slightly melted Frosty, carrot nose and all, welcomed us with outstretched twig arms, and a Charlie Brown Christmas tree sat left of the front door, dressed in ornaments.

Wide strands of hanging tinsel danced with holiday joy, and several mylar snowflakes spun along, too.

On the front door, painted in white-wash: “Happy Holidays from our Family to Yours!.

The Mom and Dad  graciously helped us bring in the many boxes, their warm smiles stretching wide.  They invited us in to get the address of our church so that their children could write a thank you.

The walls were filled with photos of their 11 children, ages 6 to 20, happy faces at every turn.  Over the dining table, crepe paper streamers announced a recent birthday celebration.

Much to our surprise, they gave each of us a gift bag filled with holiday cookies, cut out and decorated by little hands. We were deeply touched by this tender expression of their appreciation; there were hugs and tears all around.

As we left, the Mom said that she could not begin to tell us how grateful they were to every member of our church, touching her heart as she spoke.

I am still blinking away the tears as I replay the morning.

This family that has so little clearly has what matters most.

May God’s love dwell in every heart and home this Christmas.