We were told we would be back in Breezy Point today, I have to say I was disappointed to go back to Staten Island, but I have done these trips enough to know that there is always a reason.
And, there was.
We were in the warehouse putting clothing on racks, arranging for a clothing drive. So, we had to arrange in colour and size--nothing thrills me more than organization. Between the spraying the organizing--I was feeling like what I was doing on this trip mattered.
While we were having lunch someone asked me to do my (now) world famous Long Island accent. So, I did...and offended Pastor Steve....
After lunch we headed back into the warehouse to get the last of the clothing organized.
Kent found me and said we needed to pray for the team -- most of the volunteers we met were burning out. Before we prayed for Pastor Steve's team he told us that the warehouse they were using was actually at the end of the day, not theirs to use.
He was stressed.
I don't know all the outcome, but we prayed. Afterwards, Gina came and hugged me--and I apologized for my Long Island accent, he laughed and said it was fine. I know--it really is fine, but I didn't mean to offend. I think Kent and I made friends with them, they are in my prayers everyday and in my thoughts often.
We left Staten Island, I was driving again, this time, I didn't need any instruction to find my way home. That, I was pretty pleased about. (patting myself on the back....)
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