Me at Quarterlife (Financial Snapshot)

Times have changed!

I said goodbye to my beloved Cov a month ago and a few days later, left my dear New York City.  Even this morning, listening to some classic Lauryn Hill, I miss the place and the people and the Body and the work and the feel when I see that place in her music video.

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I'm in Atlanta now, a couple months after the difficult decision to say goodbye and start a new adventure.  Since undergrad I've felt a strong pull toward healthcare, working with women's health in particular.  I've written about it before (example).  And now, five years after I made a quick 180 into the path of medicine, I just started an accelerated BSN/MSN program that will take me 3 years to obtain both my RN license and my Family Nurse Practitioner and Certified Nurse Midwife (FNP/CNM) certifications.  Getting here was hard as I weighed the merits of an accelerated program among other people of privilege versus an associate program with people making it by will, determination, and grit in spit of the challenges; whether it was worth leaving behind so much and so many I loved; what it meant to be brought to a place and then to be uprooted to go to another.  But I am now where I am and nowhere else.

I have been living at an absolutely amazing, providential place called Villa International.  Here I've found a community like no other and been very supported as I've started school.  This morning over breakfast a friend from India was asking me about retirement accounts, which happens to be one of my favorite topics to learn about and discuss, so I was inspired to also give a small snapshot of my financial vision for the next few years.

I've put a lot of effort into living with financial wisdom, and it pains me more than a little to be making the plunge of going into debt for this program.  The most hardcore personal finance writers I've read would balk at this, and it makes me uncomfortable in some ways too (thinking along the lines of Proverbs 22:7b).  But I hope that the opportunity cost of going now versus later will make it worthwhile.  I've also applied for (very competitive) scholarships through NHSC and NURSE Corps, which I will hear back from in early fall.  Were I to receive either scholarship, my net monthly stipend would end up being about $1000.  So even though there's a good chance I won't be awarded either scholarship, I plan to try living within the $1000/month parameter for this first year.  We'll see how it goes.

Beginning in August, I'll be paying $450 for rent and about $100 for utilities, totaling roughly $550/month (my housing goal was under $600 total for the month).  My place will be within walking distance from school, saving me a $600/semester parking pass(!) plus excess gas.  I've budgeted $220/month for groceries but hope that this is a category in which I can save, particularly with some good meal planning and Aldi shopping.  I've budgeted only $40 for gas for the month, which might be wildly optimistic, but I hope to keep this cost down by absolutely minimizing my driving and taking free shuttles or carpools when possible. My budget for all things entertainment (including eating out and buying gifts) is $50 for the month, and the rest is rounded out by giving and miscellaneous expenses (toiletries, random school expenses, household items, and any medical costs/copays).

A few other notes for this budget:

1) It's lacking any savings.  I'm not worried about this for now because I maxed out my Roth IRA for the year while I was still working and I saved up a healthy emergency fund over the past couple years.  I will need to find money somewhere for furniture come August, though, so pondering where that will come from.

2) There are a few expenses excluded because of the incredible generosity of my parents.  I do not take it for granted that while I am back in school, they are supporting me by paying my portion of our family's cell phone bill and allowing me to be on their car insurance.  Additionally, I am still eligible for a little while longer to remain on their health insurance, so I am taking advantage of that.  All of these are additional expenses that I do not worry about at the moment because of their help--an incredible privilege.  Thank you!

3) This summer I have not been working, but I have two prospects for part-time side gigs lined up for the fall, both of which are very promising.  These won't adjust the substance of my budget very much (i.e. I don't intend to inflate my cost of living), but I hope they will give me a little cushion if I've grossly underestimated and will also allow me to resume saving.  If I do not get either of the HRSA scholarships mentioned above I will re-evaluate my savings goals, but if possible would like to keep contributing the max to my Roth IRA because there are no catch-up contributions allowed until age 50.

Why write all this?  Self-aggrandizement?  An uncontrollable urge to post somewhat personal financial information where it is accessible to anyone?  A friend from my church in New York (sidenote: they're working to raise money to support their ministry in my neighborhood, as we're still a small church but with big dreams--donate here by the end of May!) once told me about an exercise she did with her fellow counselors at a Christian camp where they were working one summer.  Each of their shared their sexual story.  To most Christian sensibilities this sounds like a theoretically good thing (we're support to confess our sins and failures to each other so that we can be healed and be held accountable) but also a terrifying one that we've never actually done because we risk admitting some things that damage others' perceptions of us as "good" Christians if we've ever slipped up in this taboo area.  Basically, it's safer to confess sins like impatience and jealousy.  But she said that it was the most powerful way to open up true vulnerability (and thereby real accountability and healing) that she'd ever experienced.  I would love to find (or maybe at some point create) this sort of environment to be that open and to really get down to honesty about sex and sexuality, an area I feel we're too shy about in the Church.  But I don't think sexuality is the only area in which we need radical honesty; I think money and finances, which were so important to Jesus, are another such area.

So I share this blog post as a personal check in and as an invitation: Let's let other brothers and sisters into our lives in real ways, whether that means sharing with them about money or sex or other secret things, so that we can spur each other on to godliness in every way, not just the safe ones.  Along those lines, I welcome feedback, constructive criticism, rebuke, and encouragement as needed.

Love,
JH

Christmas at the Cov

A few weeks ago, we began rehearsing for a drama that residents of the shelter where I work would present at our Christmas Eve service.  The first night, tucked away into a small corner office with a table, chairs, and an overhead light, was attended by a few young men my coworker had roused from the relative calm of their unit while most of the residents attended a karaoke night downstairs.  We were few, but we were about to begin something beautiful.

My coworkers and I began to outline our task: to create an artistic presentation, whether incorporating acting, poetry, dancing, and/or singing, that would be shared at the outset of the Christmas Eve service in a couple weeks' time.  Comparing some of the basic elements of the Nativity to what some of my residents have experienced on their journey to Covenant House--finding themselves young, uncertain, and pregnant (or with a pregnant partner), not having anyone make space for them in their time of need--we began to discuss some ideas for the presentation.  How do you bring the Christmas story to your life when your circumstances land you in a shelter?  Someone wanted to sing a pop Christmas ballad, someone reluctantly considered writing a poem, and another young man offered to be an actor in a drama.

As we continued discussing, it became clearer to me that perhaps the exposition to our project had been insufficient.  So I paused our brainstorming and asked if everyone was familiar with the story--the Christmas story--we would be portraying.  Hesitation.  Would anyone feel comfortable telling the story for everyone?

Silence.

And then--"You mean like Tiny Tim?"  "Oh, no, you mean like when Jesus died?"

How do you bring the Christmas story to your life when you don't know the story?

I began to tell The Story.

So there was a young woman, and she was pretty young--like maybe even 13, 14, maybe a little older.  But young!  And she was supposed to marry this guy, Joseph.  They never slept together or anything, but the girl (her name was Mary) got pregnant--not by some guy, but it was a miracle.  As in she hadn't had sex, but she was going to have a baby.  Joseph was kind of unsure at first, because he knew he wasn't the baby daddy, but he was still with Mary.  Maybe you can imagine some people here know what that's like, to be really young and kind of scared and having a baby--or to be with a girl who's having someone else's baby.  I know a lot of the young women I work with on my floor do.  But the whole thing, her being pregnant, was a miracle, and the baby was supposed to come and fix everything that's wrong with the world--the pain, the sadness, the hurt.  So eventually it was time for her to give birth, but she and Joseph were on a trip.  They went to all kinds of different places, but there was no space for them.  Everyone at all the hotels told them that they were full.  But one guy told them they could stay in his barn, at least so they wouldn't be outside--

M: "You mean like a car?"

me: "Yes!  Exactly!  So think of if someone were in this situation today--maybe instead of a barn, someone might offer them a car as a place to have their baby when there was nowhere else."

M: "What about Airbnb?"

me: "Well, yeah, now we have Airbnb, but think about if even all those rooms were full.  If there was really no place to go."

M: "Wait.  So... is this really happening?"

me: "Uh, yeah, definitely.  I mean, this is our first rehearsal, so in about two weeks we're going to be performing whatever we come up with together.  And we're going to be beginning the service, so it's going to be important that we help tell the story."

M: "No: Is this happening?"

pause.  slow dawning of revelation.

me: "Well--No.  But it happened!  Like two thousand years ago, this really happened.  It's a real story.  And we're just trying to tell the story to remember it when we're celebrating Christmas."

M: "So it's not happening?  You're sure?"

me: "Yeah.  At least not right now.  But we're going to tell the story."

M: "Oh.  Okay.  I just wanted to check--I mean, they can have my car.  It's in Massachusetts, but I could get it and they could use it if she needed it.  Or, well, I work--I could pay for their Airbnb.  But you're saying it's not happening?"

I'd like to just leave it there; I think it speaks for itself.  But I will say one final thought: The same kind of radical generosity and care that M wanted so badly to share with a young, struggling, scared, homeless couple who he didn't know is a taste of the radical generosity and care that God showed for us when He sent his son--that tiny, homeless, unwelcome baby--into His world to save us.  And God's children at Covenant House look like Him.  Merry Christmas.

Moments at work, 9/25/15 edition

As I'm leaving tonight to go home:

T: "Miss, do you have a husband?"
me: "No."
G: "Miss, you have kids?"
me: "No."
J: "Miss, do you have a boyfriend?"
me: ...
G: "Y'all know she must have a boyfriend."
me: ...
J: "...We're gonna hook you up on Christian Mingle."

Change is Inevitable, and That's Okay

My friend and fellow community member led me and my housemates in prayer this evening, a wonderful space to thank God for his faithfulness to us in the past year, but also to grieve for the ending of such an unusually blessed time as this one.  She shared with us this song, which is by a member of her volunteer community from the year before ours, and I share it here because 1) More people should hear it!  (How sad that only 50 people have had the pleasure...); and 2) It so concisely expresses how I'm feeling now.

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Also I would like to bid my baby brother a happy 20th birthday today! I miss you, Moe-tastic.

What I'm listening to now

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#MarilynMosby

... that's really all I wanted to say(!!).  Maybe time for a Twitter?

Texts from Last Night

1) This is a record of the texts I received from a group text I joined last fall during the Ferguson protests, and texts sent between [me] and my [roommate]s.
2) I attended the protest with [roommateC] while [roommateB], who wasn't subscribed to the Ferguson group text, left to meet the protests earlier and attended separately.



3:34pm - SNurse: NYC Rise Up and #ShutItDown for Baltimore! Today 6PM meet at Union Square. #JusticeForFreddieGray - Millions March Nyc url.ie/yzib

7:35pm - Homegnome: One group heading north from from the park on Broadway from 17th

7:39pm - Homegnome: One group is going west on 14th street

7:43pm - Homegnome: Send in info of your sub-march including arrest alerts to @millionsmarchnyc and we'll try to send out as we can

7:46pm - Homegnome: northbound group on 21st and 5th, t

7:50pm - Homegnome: ground at corner of 17th and union square west are heading south

7:55pm - Amcmen: Spreading downtown on Broadway at 12th

7:59pm - Homegnome: Heading down 14th to 6th. have the street

8:05pm - Homegnome: subgroup on w4th and broadway

8:09pm - Homegnome: Another subgroup on park at 23rd

8:13pm - Homegnome: Text where you are @millionsmarchnyc and where you're heading and we'll share. at least 5 submarches right now

8:20pm - Nevernotever: together at last on 22nd on Broadway

8:21pm - [roommateB]: Hey! Any more recent updates?

8:24pm - Homegnome: One group going north on 7th at 21st heading to 30th on converge

8:28pm - pabsben: Heading south down 5 Ave & 22 at

8:31pm - Homegnome: converge on 7th ave!! three groups just met...getting bigger

8:32pm - [me]: Converge on 7th Ave! 3 groups just met - around 21st st heading to 30th

8:33pm - [roommateB]: Thank you!!

8:34pm - [me]: No prob :) Text me if you need more updates or can't find them

8:35pm - [roommateB]: Thank you! Just stumbled into a horde of cops so I assume I'm on the right path haha

8:37pm - Homegnome: Big group heading up 7th at 27th. keep it tight! more heading to meet

8:51pm - Homegnome: pabsben@millionsmarch Heading south down 5 Ave & 22

8:51pm - Homegnome: Big group is heading up 7th still and growing. ..was just joined by another sub group

8:53pm - Thomasberry: Subgroup on canal heading west

8:55pm - [roommateB]: I still haven't found them! Any other updates?

8:56pm - [roommateB]: Just kidding found them! Haha thank you for all your help!

8:57pm - Ilya-Jalal: Subgroup park and 23 rd at least 3 arrests

9:00pm - Consigliere: Large group on street 6th ave heading north just past 26. Looks like Times Square ahead.

9:03pm - Nialbima: 28th and fifth heading west

9:07pm - Homegnome: Most groups are on 7th converging in high 30s

9:12pm - Homegnome: Another large group: @NYC2Ferguson: 14th & Broadway group heading to converge with march at 22nd and Broadway

9:17pm - Homegnome: large group turning off 7th at 43th heading west

9:22pm - Homegnome: large group headed off 7th down 47th, now at 8th towards Westside highway

9:27pm - Amcmen: Cops in riot gear divided the group at holland tunnel

9:30pm - [me]: Where are you?

9:31pm - Homegnome: Northern group divided and sub group going down 9th

9:35pm - Homegnome: People! be safe! The cops are out to arrest! If you see someone arrested get name and date of birth

9:36pm - [roommateB]: Times Square. It's pretty tense.

9:36pm - [roommateB]: There's a stand off between protesters and police. Where are you?

9:36pm - [me]: Headed to 11th - i think it's tense there too

9:37pm - [me]: Memorize the national lawyers guild number: 2126796018.

9:38pm - [roommateB]: I'm sort of out of the fray at this point. It started to get physical and I got scared. I'm on the side now. But thank you. I really appreciate that.

9:39pm - [roommateB]: How are you and [roommateC]?

9:39pm - [me]: We havent gotten "there" yet - still walking to get there. We' e on 46th and 11th

9:41pm - Homegnome: The cops are pushing and pulling people off the side walk and arresting media

9:41pm - [roommateB]: Okay. I think I'm gonna head home soon. I'm tired and overwhelmed and I'm essentially just a spectator at this point. Please keep me updated on how yall are doing.

9:42pm - [me]: Will do!

9:47pm - Homegnome: sub group at 14th and 6th

9:51pm - Homegnome: sub group at 10th and 4 2nd st.

9:54pm - Homegnome: Keep it tight, the police are dividing and arresting

9:58pm - Marchfreenyc: Group coming from umsq now hitting 15th heading north on 6th Ave to meet rest of group

10:03pm - Homegnome: @NYC2Ferguson: 2000 having standoff with police on Spring and West Side Hwy. Arrests happening.

10:05pm - [roommateB]: Did you find them?

10:06pm - [me]: Yeah, we walked past the cov on the way to time square - police beat one guy but no arrests so far. We're in the middle of the pack - safe

10:08pm - Homegnome: 300 person march heading west on 34th from 7th ave

10:10pm - [roommateB]: I don't know how to express how I'm feeling but I'm glad you guys are safe.

10:14pm - Homegnome: follow @nyc2ferguson -phone needs power. blast out bail fund info! bit.ly/actbail

10:18pm - Homegnome: it you see an arrest get person's name and date of birth and get it to NLG at 212-679-6018. write that number on your body to call from 1pp if arrested. 212-679-6018

10:25pm - [me]: Still safe - marching west on 42nd

10:40pm - [me]: A little less tense now... Walked past the cov and saw [one of our residents at the shelter] in the a lounge, naturally

10:41pm - [roommateB]: Hahaha that makes me smile. Thank you for the updates. I'm home now talking to [roommateD].

10:47pm - Homegnome: 100+ arrests in #NYC tonight. Arrestees being sent to 1 Police Plaza, #Jail Support will be @Park Row and Worth St. Be there!

11:09pm - [me]: Good! We took the streets just now, still doing fine

11:17pm - [roommateA]: Be safe!! I'll see you when I get back from FL!

11:18pm - [me] Lord willing! See you when you're back :)

12:28am - Homegnome: More volunteers needed for #JailSupport for please bring blankets at 1PP (@park row and worth) (tweet out please) If you're looking for friends call 212-679-6018

12:28am - [me]: Finished by nyu... We're walking to the train


#blacklivesmatter
#nyc2baltimore

Sleep Out Reflections

(Covenant House Sleep Out: Young Professional Edition Video Highlights)

As so many of you have shared your love with me in prayers, thoughts, encouragement, and financial support in preparation for my participation in Covenant House's Sleep Out on March 20, allow me to take a moment to share with you some of my reflections on that evening on the one month anniversary of that event.

But first: I thank my God in all my remembrance of you!  It's incredible for me to reflect on how many generous people supported me along the way.  THANK YOU!  I'm very humbled.  Every time I sit down with one of my new residents to hear her stories within her first few days of coming to our door, I am reminded of how easily I, too, could find myself at the door of a shelter.  It's still a mystery to me that I haven't ended up in that situation--I can attribute it only to an unexplained divine grace (which is not to say my residents have been denied that grace... that's why this thing is such a mystery to me, because to invoke grace here seems to lopsided and cruel) so often manifested in the support I get from such people as you.  Whether you contributed anything tangible to my Sleep Out efforts or not, know that I am grateful for your support.

As I begin, I should like to note that it was not without hesitation that I began my efforts to fundraise for the Sleep Out.  Having worked at Covenant House for seven months, I have been working during at least two other Sleep Out events, which occur about six times per year.  I see the event from behind the scenes: As participants are gathering in the lobby downstairs for presentations and discussions with a few of our youth, I'm usually upstairs with everyone else, hearing my residents' reflections on the inverse Sleep Out experience when all the excitement is happening downstairs.  I wrote a lengthy email to the organizers of the Sleep Out expressing some of my concerns, but maybe they're best summed up by this excerpt:

[T]he fact is that for most of our youth, the Sleep Out is experienced as little more than an inconvenience: they are not permitted to use their normal stairs or elevator, they are served dinner on each floor because the cafeteria is used for the Sleep Out, and some of them have expressed to me that they feel hidden away because they are not "presentable" to the Sleep Out participants. 

I haven't fully wrestled though that.  These are not questions unique to the Sleep Out, but to so many instances of donating and "helping."  It's my hope to share a little of my experience, and a few stories from my residents, so the focus is not on the grand, mundane gesture of sleeping outside, but rather rightfully redirected to the young people the Sleep Out intends to serve.

I continue to ask myself how it's possible to help outsiders begin to understand the young people we serve in such a short amount of time as they participate in the Sleep Out, and I don't know how to put our residents' needs first when there are logistical problems such as where to hold discussions for a large group of visitors in a place that my residents call home.  However, much to the credit of this Sleep Out's organizers, the bulk of this event was actually held at another location a few blocks away, which created fewer disruptions for residents and staff.  After several hours spent learning about Covenant House from the perspective of some of the organizers and hearing stories shared by our youth, we returned to the shelter to (try to) do the actual sleeping out.

By midnight we were settled, insofar as that was possible, into our sleeping bags, strewn across cardboard, some of us with trash bags tied around our feet in a feeble hope for out toes at least to stay dry.  This picture is from that night (my sleeping bag would have been just to the bottom left of this frame).  It hovered around 30 degrees with a mix of frost and snow, and despite implementing years' worth of cold weather layering expertise and folding my sleeping bag over my head, I'm not sure I slept at all.  I checked the time frequently, and with each passing hour the balance between my wishing that time would slow down so that I could stand a chance of sleeping when my exhaustion overcame the cold and my praying that time would speed up so that I could finally crawl out of my icy nylon cave into the defeated sleeplessness but welcome warmth of the indoor debriefing sessions lilted more decisively to the latter.

I made it to 5:30am before the sounds of other participants rousing themselves and dragging their bedding inside convinced me that I, too, would be justified in leaving the cold and calling it a night.  Inside, we ate, chatted, and cleaned up chairs, finishing around 7:00am.  I was scheduled for a morning shift to begin at 7:30am, so I packed up, changed into my work clothes, and headed to the females floor.

It was in many ways an unremarkable shift.  And yet there were two interactions that left me at home that night, sitting on my kitchen floor, my face masked by tears and snot while my roommates and I prayed.

When residents leave our shelter, they do so on their terms (a self-discharge) or on ours (for reasons like persistently refusing to follow their case plan, fighting, being absent without an acceptable reason during overnight room checks, etc.).  Typically in the latter case, former residents are expected to complete certain things, like a writing letter of reflection on non-violent ways to resolve conflict, attending anger management classes, completing our week-long job readiness workshop, or meeting with our psychiatrist for a psychiatric evaluation, before they are eligible to come back.  We can hold their belongings for them for a set amount of time, but our space is limited and so former residents come back from time to time to pick up their belongings.  Some come back from better places, having used our shelter as a place to reestablish themselves and returning for their belongings so that there's nothing to keep them looking backward at where they were.  Some come back from worse places, maybe just to get a change of clothes while they figure out what to do next.  It's these trips to our storage room that wring my heart.

On the day that I crawled out of my sleeping bag and into the Cov for my shift, two of my former residents came back to get their belongings.

The first, an intelligent and wryly irreverent young woman, T, who had often made me laugh at myself with her winking remarks about class or race. Early in her pregnancy, she'd asked me, "Miss lady, do you have any kids?"  "No."  "Oh, that's right, white people always wait to get pregnant."  A quick flicker of her eyebrow to see how I'd react.  Hanging out in the common area, she'd remarked, "Hey miss, do you know you're a hipster?"  "Why I am a hipster?"  "It's those glasses.  And your scarf."  All of which, as I recount it, I could imagine might seem inappropriately cheeky, but which I found part of her charm and laughed about with her.  She was discharged when our services were no longer able to help her.

The second, a young woman named M who is scrappy and driven and a jokester, but whose hot temper and occasional disregard and disrespect for staff placed her stay with us in jeopardy several times.  I'd sat down with her for an hour to learn about her and her story when she'd first arrived, and concluded that there was more going on inside of her than she was quite sure how to manage.  But despite some other struggles, she had secured a job at a local fast food place, and was steadily earning money.  But she had been discharged too, for some youthful foolishness and bad decisions one night.

T came back to pick up her things after lunch during my post-Sleep Out shift.  She stood in the office, her face red from crying and her cheeks covered in tears, mascara streaked, just standing for a moment.  She was supposed to have picked up her belongings yesterday, but her boyfriend had called to tell us, in a pinched voice, that she was sick and so could they please wait until tomorrow?  We closed the door to the office and asked her if she was okay, asked her what was going on.  "I lost my baby.  My baby was the reason I even ended up here, and I don't have that anymore."  And I took her to the storage closet to her get things to bring downstairs where her boyfriend was helping her carry them, and I just looked at her and said, "I'm so sorry."  Because what else?  She collected her things, wiped her face with her sleeve, and left silently.

It was only a few moments later when M came to the office in a state of equal emotion and disarray.  She, too, wanted to pick up some things, and again it was me who took her to storage.  She rummaged through the black plastic bags containing her possessions, looking for some clean clothes to change into.  I asked her where she was staying: "I don't know.  Outside.  The trains."  And I thought about how my aching neck and how cold my feet had been, and once again there wasn't much to say.  "I work til 2am and then I just find a place."  We talked for a long time, trying to figure out if she had completed all the things required of her before she could come back, speaking to my supervisor and calling other shelters to see if they had beds in the meantime, having her sign consent so that my fellow staff could explain to her supervisor at work why her break today had taken so long and hoping that she wouldn't lose her job.  By 4:30pm, holding back blinkings of tears but wearing a face of resolve, she left to go back to work.  For my part, feeling relieved and grimy, I shrugged into my coat and trudged to the subway on my way home.

I have no neat ways to tie this together, and even this first attempt at synthesis has taken me a long time to hash out.  I had no way to tie it together that night, either--hence tears and prayers on the kitchen floor. But day by day, I remain grateful to be where I am, and to work with the extraordinary people I do.  Keep us in your prayers.

Since that day a month ago, M was welcomed back, but soon had to leave again for the same reasons she'd had to leave the first time; she's still away, working slowly to try to come back again.  One of my residents, who had participated in the Sleep Out panel, told me that she'd learned through her participation in the event that she is much more courageous than she ever knew, and told me that she thought being at the Sleep Out helped to erode the low self-esteem that has persistently plagued her.  Another, who had left a month before the Sleep Out, returned a few days ago to visit, cradling her two week-old daughter.  One got accepted into transitional housing, and when she came returned to pick up some belongings, just beamed as she encouraged my other residents to work hard to get to a better place, because the effort would all be worth it.

One thing I do know: it's a privilege to be present to someone in both her happiest and her saddest, and her proudest and her most despondent, moments--to see someone at her best and at her worst.  Maybe the Sleep Out gave me a reminder to continue to seek the best even when someone is expressing their worst--that we all deserve patience, because even if the battle is not having slept outside, we are all fighting a hard battle.

Thanks for your love and support.  We're not there yet, but we're working for the redemption of our groaning world.  Awurade Yesu, bra b3tie.  Lord Jesus, come and listen.

Moments at work, 4/11/15 edition

In the closet where the belongings of former residents are held, slinging bags around in search of S's things, which are buried somewhere:

S: "Miss, is it true that as women get older, they get stronger?"
me: "I think that's true.  Why are you wondering?"
S: "Because you're a woman, and you're strong."

The Dawn of the Rooster

To be involved in this production was one of my greatest pleasures in college, and I'm sharing it with you--shout out to my lovely friend Tanyaradzwa for bringing this to life:

P.S.  I'm drafting a post about my experience with the Sleep Out--look for it!