This was my challenge, looking at the Christ House Ministry...

I was wondering and calculating the amount of money it takes to feed my baby girl for a week, much less a month; all the way there. I was calculating transportation costs and the money that it costs for soap and all those hair products she uses! I decided that she should go into hair care products business and scrap this whole endeavor. The neighborhood was impressive to me. It was clearly historic and I knew that Benjamin Banneker had planned and probably walked this very ground. I could feel the sense of God's comfort no matter how I wriggled in His Hands about this. Ev and I have the hand on head symbol that means "this is above me"! I didn't say that, but I had let my mouth utter all my unbelief to my dear Niece in law and she was gracious to hear and place value on my complaints.

As soon as I saw the building, my heart felt a sense of relief that it was a real establishment {if it wasn't Baptist}. My dear husband was concerned about the faith aspect of the endeavor. That wasn't my concern. My concern was the money aspect. When the young lady made it clear that there was a separate food stipen for the whole house, that dealt with my biggest concern. Now about the "men":"where are they and how much access will they have to my sweetpea?" That was dealt with also. There they were. They were homeless. They were in a hospital-like setting and there was a clear spiritual emphasis, {albeit it wasn't Baptist} which was clear and unchallenged. I was comforted by the similarity of the room to Jo March's room in Little Women. My little birdie was clearly in flight and her wings were taking her to realms, where I couldn't follow. My greatest accomplishment feeling is when they do things that I could never do. This was one of those moments. I didn't cry. Dad was getting misty and he had to try to call Aunt Lee or Eli or somebody to distract himself from the reality that babygirl is a grown woman. She is married to God, at the moment and He's got this!