Wednesday Morning Breakfast

I was blessed this morning...I got lucky. While the boys (Ron, Luke and John) were unloading 17,000 pounds of food, I had a chance to just be family with about 10 of the elementary kids.

They were all on the porch waiting when I got to work at 9. (They weren't supposed to be there til 10) Among them were a 2 year old and 4 year old asleep in a red wagon. Who knows how long they had been there just waiting. On days when I pull up to that, which is quite often, I always seem to get a big lump in my throat. So we went inside and "magically" there were just enough sausages and cinnamon rolls in the freezer to make breakfast for everyone. Some how I managed to cook it with the two wagon sleepers hanging on my back and a number of elementary "helpers" putting their paws all over the food. Afterwards we all just filled our plates and sat and watched cartoons.

For me, that was a typical Saturday and Sunday morning growing up. As I sat curled up on the couch with all of them I couldn't help but wonder if some of them had ever had hot breakfast. I also marveled at the PEACE. They were at home, glued to the t.v. with full bellies and the best part was that, unbeknownst to them, they were surrounded by the presence of God in Rock Island. There isn't a better place to be.