It is class night at the Wonderfully Made Foundation for those of us ladies staying in the shelter. I am nervous about class, but excited also because the ladies and staff have spoken highly of tonight’s volunteer presenter. “You are going to love Ms. LaTara” Mrs. Lisa said to me as the kids and I walked in. I thought…
I don’t know about that. I’m tired and I just want to be at home or at choir rehearsal, because it’s what I’m familiar with. All I hope is that Mrs. Lisa don’t put me on the spot like she has done ever since I’ve known her.
Class begins and Ms. LaTara introduces herself to those that don’t know her. She then request we do the same, and in addition we need to share what we are good at.
“Oh no. Here we go with this stuff. What am I good at?” I think. I’ve been told that I’m a good mother. Ok, that’s it. I’ll say that.”
So when she came to me that’s what I said. But she didn’t accept that answer. Ms. LaTara began to pry. “Ok. You're a good …show more content…
LaTara began telling us what we were going to work on tonight, and then in the midst of her sentence she stopped. She said “Umm Ok.” “Well I’m going to go a different direction. I don’t know why but I have to be obedient to the Spirit.” Ms. LaTara started telling us about her journey and how she was once in the same position as us, homeless. She talked about her marriage. The more she talked the more I forced the tears back. “Oh my gosh! Her marriage issues sound so familiar”. It sounds like my own current marriage that I just packed up and walked away from. Her husband’s actions are parallel to my husband’s actions. Her thoughts of just trying to be a good wife, and trying to keep the peace were my thoughts. When she said “but this is my husband”, I heard myself saying the same thing. The more her story of coming to herself and making a decision to do what was better for her and her children, the harder it was to be strong and push back the tears. Before I knew it, I had lost it. I was sobbing like a
I don’t know about that. I’m tired and I just want to be at home or at choir rehearsal, because it’s what I’m familiar with. All I hope is that Mrs. Lisa don’t put me on the spot like she has done ever since I’ve known her.
Class begins and Ms. LaTara introduces herself to those that don’t know her. She then request we do the same, and in addition we need to share what we are good at.
“Oh no. Here we go with this stuff. What am I good at?” I think. I’ve been told that I’m a good mother. Ok, that’s it. I’ll say that.”
So when she came to me that’s what I said. But she didn’t accept that answer. Ms. LaTara began to pry. “Ok. You're a good …show more content…
LaTara began telling us what we were going to work on tonight, and then in the midst of her sentence she stopped. She said “Umm Ok.” “Well I’m going to go a different direction. I don’t know why but I have to be obedient to the Spirit.” Ms. LaTara started telling us about her journey and how she was once in the same position as us, homeless. She talked about her marriage. The more she talked the more I forced the tears back. “Oh my gosh! Her marriage issues sound so familiar”. It sounds like my own current marriage that I just packed up and walked away from. Her husband’s actions are parallel to my husband’s actions. Her thoughts of just trying to be a good wife, and trying to keep the peace were my thoughts. When she said “but this is my husband”, I heard myself saying the same thing. The more her story of coming to herself and making a decision to do what was better for her and her children, the harder it was to be strong and push back the tears. Before I knew it, I had lost it. I was sobbing like a