Tackle It Tuesday

Hello

My tackle was a bit different this week.
I went to Bible Study. Where I encounter opportunities to reach out to make another more at ease. In Arizona Mexican looking folks are even now encountering a racism that is alarming. I was the new woman and no one was sitting with me or even reached out to me. I saw a woman who came and sat by me. She was Hispanic and spoke with a very strong accent. Girls she sat by me because she thought I was a Hispanic person. Not one other person welcomed her! I notified the woman who was leading that this lady was new to help get her seated in group. The fact that I reached out started another. How sad is that??!

Last week a young woman was hindered by my request to share our kids names so we could pray for each others families, she "is very private". Well with some mild tension she disclosed that after all was said and done that during the week her teenager had her first minor encounter with the police. She said that she knew we were all praying for her daughter. Then she actually thanked me for asking if I might do so. I am angering folks and not even knowing it.

Well in class (a study for Mothers) we had several young women who had become Mothers before they were wives. I see the judgmental receptions they encounter and tackled the afternoon by offering hospitality to one such a young impoverished woman and her three year old. Her boyfriend ( soon to be husband) who works nights sleeps days and she has to keep a small child silent as possible (in a one bedroom apartment)(ha!). I gave her transport here and home and just hung out and rested while her daughter could hang out and just play. She is being wed in three weeks and so I told her I would be delighted to make her a wedding necklace. She has only raggedy jeans to wear on her day! I am praying for a way to get her a baby blue dress or nice top or something that will give her beauty to remember and treasure. The woman who brings her is not a very kind person (a missionary ???) she is a distant relative. Pride? The young woman (22 yr old) was rejected by her family because her American Indian boyfriend of four years looks Mexican! He has been a good father and provider. Her family will have nothing to do with her or her beautiful child! STUPID IGNORANT BIGOTS! ...ahum excuse me I get riled up! The three year old child is disowned by the maternal grandma (dis-respect intended!). She owns two t shirts and the relitive (the missionary) corrected her for not wearing a different nicer outfit?? She was so ashamed that she did not look nicer and appoligized to ME? She said noone will interact with her at the church???? She just moved here 2 months ago. I know only half of it yes...but really how risky is it to offer love, kindness. If I am being taken advantage off I am free to risk it. I think in this the risk was very low.
I shared my clothing and food with them. No, she had no motive to "taking" anything from me.
Sweet thing refused a glass for her soda as to not make me wash one.
I told he I would delight in washing her glass:)

Made me think I wish I had a bag of stones to pass out...Wonder if anyone might have one lefft to put in their pocket to reflect upon....:)
These girls have an abortion they murder their young, they keep the kids they encounter fundamentalism. How much harder this makes it for them to chose life. We as Believers ought make a way to be safe to do the right thing. Repentance does not excuse us from the consequences, but it does offer us unmerited favor with God. If God be for them so should we!



I am a mother of many. Now I see that the group I have joined has a root in Mothering these very young moms.

The class instructor was so started by my reaching out that she called to thank me! Wow this fellowship makes me wonder what I am getting into. This was just the second womens Bible study. I really only have met a few of them, not very open rather click like.
I think of Jesus torquing off the pharisees. I am just a nice wrench...hahah
Sorta makes me want to tip some tables. :)

I was exhausted by the days end.
I made breakfast cookies and called it a day.