I love it when a plan comes together. Especially when it's clearly not me who orchestrated it.
Yesterday as I was driving to meet two precious friends for coffee and a long overdue chat, I realized that I still didn't know who today's money was going to. I wasn't worried about it -- more curious to find out what was going to happen.
As we were getting ready to say our good-byes, Bri (who didn't yet know about this blog, incidentally) told us about a young mom at her daughter's high school who hasn't been getting to class lately because she's been passing out from hunger. She has three young children and is unable to make ends meet financially. Bingo!
This mom is part of a new Young Parents' Program in Bri's county. It currently has 22 participants, all under 21, who are looking to finish their high school credits. Childcare is provided on-site, and breastfeeding moms can keep their babies with them in class -- hence the crib in the corner of the English room.
Bri and I are both the daughters of teenage moms who did what it took to make a good life for us. What a blessing for us both to be in a position to help someone else who is struggling through that season. Kudos to the teacher who has developed enough of a relationship with this young woman that she was able to find out what was going on at home and to connect her with help, and to Bri for getting the word out and delivering practical help yesterday afternoon. $250 in grocery cards isn't much, but I awoke this morning thankful that three young kids and their mom are eating breakfast and heading to school today because of it. What a privilege to be used in this way! It makes me wonder what next week has in store.