A day just for me!

I had every intention of sending out another email all-call for Saturday volunteers to get us over this last big hump before we open November 20th (if all goes well). Seemed I never got around to it.

If you know me personally, you know that I am not only the director of a not-for-profit turned shop girl, painter, cleaner, loader, un-loader... I am also the mother of the bride with a January first wedding date. Which means I have also been working on the invitations ( a three part printing process) and almost have them ready to mail. According to Emily and Martha, they should have been mailed out no later than YESTERDAY! Oh well. Being the procrastinator I have always been, I hope to have them at the post office first thing Monday morning.

But this post isn't about the store or the wedding or me. It's about the plans of a gracious God that has all the details worked out for a "better than I could have imagined" day.

This morning as I turned and looked at the clock, I knew that I was probably going to be doing a solo on this particular day. But as I thought about the many days that have been spent at the Wellspring Treasures shop, I really got excited when I realized that being alone meant I could work a little while and scoot out earlier than I would if there were others there.

I think it was a little after ten when I heard a knock on the window. As I looked, I saw the face of a young woman that had stopped by earlier in the week to ask if she could volunteer. I'll be honest and say my first thought was there goes the early departure. As she came in and started helping tidy up, sort and sort some more, I was glad she had come to help.

As we talked and got to know each other, I was also glad that it was just the two of us working. I'll call her Brittany, after all, as I was saying a blessing over our lunch that is what I did call her!

Brittany lives in a group home nearby. She is a senior with the hopes of opening her own group home for girls just like her after college. She has learned first hand about all the things that she would do better, having walked that mile in those shoes. She admitted that if she had it to do all over again, she would do it differently.

We had a good time together. Or at least I had a good time with her. She hugged me before she left. I was thankful , so thankful that I got to share the day with her. I realized that maybe that was part of why I never got around to sending that email.