A Foot In the Door
After the first day of doing the street boutique, and helping the kids that
lived in the ghetto, I kept asking God, "Where am I going to put these kids?
Where will I be able to teach them what they so desperately want to learn? How
can I influence them to believe that they can rise out of the drug-infested
streets, and become what God wants them to be? Well God, I need a place to do
what you asked me to do."
By the time I drove home (about 15 minuets later) my mother told me a woman had
called and wanted me to teach some craft classes. I once taught at senior
centers and with the community schools in our area. But it had been a long time
ago. After that I became a medical assistant in a doctor's office. Who in the
world would be calling me to teach crafts again?
It was the President of the Board of Directors at the YMCA!
I returned her call and told her I would like to meet with her and the entire
board to discuss some plans I had in my head, and that I would bring samples of
my work. I asked her the address, and you'll never believe this! (Yes you
would!) THE "Y" WAS LOCATED ON THE CORNER ACROSS THE STREET FROM WHERE I FIRST
MET THE GANG OF KIDS, AND THE CORNER WHERE WE SET UP THE STREET BOUTIQUE!
Thank you, God!
We now have a foot in the door of a public building where I can teach them. YES,
YES, YES!
© Carole Devecka God Given Daisies
Cdevecka@highstream.net
To see the first story in this series: These Are My Children
To see the next story in this series: Stand Fast