Monthly Archives: September 2011

psalm 62.

My soul finds rest in God alone;
my salvation comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken.

How long will you assault a man?
Would all of you throw him down—
this leaning wall, this tottering fence?
They fully intend to topple him
from his lofty place;
they take delight in lies.
With their mouths they bless,
but in their hearts they curse.

Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
   my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
   he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.

My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.

Lowborn men are but a breath,
the highborn are but a lie;
if weighed on a balance, they are nothing;
together they are only a breath.
Do not trust in extortion
or take pride in stolen goods;
though your riches increase,
do not set your heart on them.

One thing God has spoken,
two things have I heard:
that you, O God, are strong,
and that you, O Lord, are loving.
Surely you will reward each person
according to what he has done.



The hardest part about this job is the broken people–the ones who come in looking utterly defeated, like they don’t expect that things will ever change.  I often wonder how different my life would be if I wasn’t following the Lord or if I had made different choices. And then I stop wondering because I get freaked out.

The woman who came in with her children at 11:30 last night was fleeing a domestic violence situation. Again. She was forced to leave the rest of her kids with her ex-husband. Her tiny kids seemed so much smaller with their shell-shocked faces.  They had no idea what was happening, and they just sat there in my office, stunned, while I asked their mom invasive questions. It’s times like those that I feel the most helpless, but what can I do? Find tiny pajamas and toothbrushes for them and check them into a room that’s safe.  That’s it, and it has to be enough.

I’m already wondering if there’s a point at which I’ll become jaded–where I won’t feel sorrow or compassion for this people group that I love so much right now. I guess if that ever happens it will be time to move onto something new.

craft ideas.

In case you were wondering, this is a mukluk. I had never heard of these until a woman came into the Mission at 1 in the morning and proceeded to not only tell me what they were, but how I could make my own. I’m being serious, she really did tell me.

A: have you heard of mukluks?

J: umm, no. (I’ve noticed that I say umm a lot in these conversations)

A: well, that’s okay.  this is how you can make your own. you go to the thrift store and you buy a pair of moon boots.

J: ….. (blank look)

A: or snow boots. then you go to a different thrift store. or maybe the same one, and you buy a fur coat. then you cut strips out of the coat and, using a hot glue gun, you glue them to the boot. mukluks are regularly hundreds of dollars, but you can make these for less than ten!

Keep in mind that it’s 1 am and that she uses extravagant hand gestures.  So when she’s talking about cutting strips out of the coat, I fear for my life a little bit.  I try to convince her that I just need her full name and then I can register her officially in the morning. Not successful.

A: i know another craft that you would really like.

J: oh. good. you can tell me in the morning, you know. i’ll still be here.

A: (disregarding my last statement entirely) you go to a thrift store. you buy a pair of cowboy boots. then you cut down the sides of them and all around the base, so you just have strips of leather.

by this point in time, she’s right next to my desk. still acting out everything she’s saying.

A: then you take them, and you stretch those strips all the way around a frame. like a picture frame, or a bulletin board like this one (she proceeds to use our bulletin board as a prop). then you take the tips of the boots, and you stretch them out over the corners of the frame. using small silver nails, you attach them to each corner.

J: wow.

A: yeah, i thought you would like that. you know what else you would like…?

I never found out, because it was then that I successfully diverted her attention elsewhere.

I love my job.