Day 9, Part 2 of Threads of Places is about the fact that many times, we miss the purpose of the place we are in simply because we are afraid.
There was a man that came in daily, traded maintenance for beer, and was pretty much a staple of the bar. One day, he got a call from a police officer requesting that he come pick up his daughter who was in custody. I didn’t even know he had children! I knew that he and his wife were going through a divorce. They would sit on opposite ends of the bar and, more times than I can count, I had to take their keys because they would drink until I closed up or they were incoherent. Many times, I would drive them home myself. When I found out he had two daughters who were 15 and 6 years old, I was shocked. The idea of a 6-year-old being home alone from the time she got home from school until one of her parents stumbled through the door was beyond my comprehension.
At some point, I saw a butterfly the little girl drawing on the table next to me. I told her it was pretty and she looked at me and asked, “Miss Alyx, do you know what a metamorphosis is?” Of course, I did but I wanted to hear her explanation, so I told her that I could use a refresher. As she was coloring her butterfly, she said, “Well, it is like when a caterpillar goes into a cocoon and turns into a butterfly, but…” she put the crayon down and looked at me intently, “…what a lot of people don’t know is that people can go through a metamorphosis too.”
and desperately hoping it would change. She was desperately hoping her parents would change. In that moment, I just wanted to pick her up and take her somewhere else where she could be a kid. I wanted her to be somewhere she wouldn’t have to think about the alcoholism that was ripping her family apart, surrounding her daily, devouring her childhood. It wasn’t fair.
We became so close and her family trusted me so much that I was even on the call and check out list at her school. When she hurt, I hurt and all I wanted to do was take her away from anything that hurt her
That little girl is 15 years old now and I love her more than I ever thought possible to love someone. Moving away from her 2 years ago is still painful. I miss picking her up from school. I miss going to her award ceremonies. I miss our slumber parties and “lady dates.” I miss being able to get to her house in less than 15 minutes when she needs me. But today, she lives with her now sober, devoted daddy and an awesome Bonus mom who focus on being the parents she needs. She’s doing fantastic in school. She’s talented, hilarious, and real. She’s compassionate and direct. She is what I am most proud of in my life.
When our hearts are able, he will use us in any way He can to impact the lives around us. He meets us exactly where we are when we let Him. I didn’t have to be “enough” to make an impact in that little girl's life, because He IS enough. I just had to be willing to open my heart to her and God was able to come in and work on and through my heart to impact the hearts of that family just like he used them to change mine. He placed this fiery desire to show the light of His love and compassion to women all over the world: to soften hearts, like He used that little girl to soften mine. He doesn’t care where we are, He cares about how willing we are to open our hearts.