The other day, after leaving this situation, I couldn’t get my mind off it. A while back I put my application in at a homeless shelter (as a volunteer) and never heard back. That was discouraging and I didn’t pursue it further but after last weekend, it all came up again – that feeling that God is calling me to do something about the suffering that I see on the streets. I need to feel like I’m a part of helping keep people from living in tents under the bridge.
The great thing about America and this town in particular is that there are already many organizations that are set up to help people. At first, I couldn’t take seeing any homeless person. Then I found out about Missoula 3:16 and the fact that they serve meals to people (anyone!) 2 times a day 364 days a year. There is no reason to be hungry in Missoula, MT! Then a lady came to our MOPS group and told us about the resources for teenagers who are dealing with unplanned pregnancy. I was moved by that.
But what about my girl, at night, alone, looking for somewhere to go? What about those emergencies? Today I found out about Missoula 211. It’s the first call for help line. They deal with EVERYTHING! I’m no longer at a loss for what to do for people who need real help, not just a hand out. In fact, there is no reason to need a hand out in Missoula EVER! There are SO many resources. If you really want help, if you really need that boost, Missoula has a plethora of HELP! And I want to be a part of that!
I have been scared to go to the teenage resource place here in Missoula because… I don’t know why. I was terrified that they wouldn’t need me, or want me. What could I possibly offer? I don’t know why I thought that. I’m a person who has plenty of experience with teenagers. I have dealt with many a hard situation and I love God and want to share his love with people. Isn’t that enough? I think so. So today I finally got up the courage to go to CareNet and find out what I can do to help. I was sweating going up the elevator and when there wasn’t anyone at the desk, I almost bolted out the door. I made myself ring the little bell for help and they were all over me. I was ushered into a back room and drilled about my religious beliefs, handed an application and told to fill it out and come back.
I’ll keep you all updated on how it goes. I’m really nervous about it. I want to help. I feel that pull of God but for some reason, I’m scared. What if I totally screw someones life up?