they aren't meetings as much as they are what i call visits. so personal and private-like.
we sit in coffee shops with hands wrapped around mugs. i stare into eyes and we share hearts. sometimes it feels a little bit like i'm stealing when really i'm receiving, for my job often doesn't feel like work, it feels a bit more like art.
relationships are birthed through time and the heart. and these people who i get to know are a gift to me, though they aren't necessarily my best friends.
they are people with means who want to make a difference, just like you and like me. and, they are Real people with their own real needs.
i can only imagine what it would be like to visit their homes when there are no cosmetics that make-up their face . . . to see past the charades of their pretty purses and big suv's . . . to hear the conversations with their kiddos and their grooms . . .
i imagine they are really a lot like me.
the moments when we stop and visit are when we stop and stare in awe of how quite similar we are, no matter who we are. and when we remember that we so aren't alone.
these visits in coffee shops and in homes remind me there is need. not just for scholarships that i'm raising, but also for humanity . . . for all of us, indeed.
this is my worship.