GCR Women

Some friends of mine and I are fixing dinner Monday night for the kids in the Apartment Ministry at the Renaissance Apartments.  It's just one meal, our turn coming about once every three months - not a big deal for us. But what does it mean to them? Once a week, every Monday night, a group of dedicated individuals from Golf Course Road spends the evening with these kids, eating supper and opening God's word.  These folks find time each week.  No, that's not right.  These folks make time each week to teach these children who God is and how much He loves them.  They make sure there's a meal each week and they make sure the time they spend with them is fun.  Most importantly, they make sure each child feels loved. This is a noble calling, to be sure.  These children are some of the poorest around here and the complex they live in is not very attractive or safe.  I don't know their situations.  I don't know if they have enough food in their own apartment for

Today is my mother's birthday.  Born in 1925, she's certainly seen a lot in her 88 years.  She grew up in a small house deep in the Piney Woods of East Texas.   The house belonged to her grandfather.  He passed away eight years before she was born, but her grandmother and aunt still lived there, along with her mother and father and sister. There was no running water, no electricity.  She walked to the one-room schoolhouse several miles away every day and studied by coal oil lamp every night.  She knew how to ride a horse but never learned to ride a bicycle. She graduated from that little school at age 15 and went on to go to college at Sam Houston State in Huntsville.  About 50 miles from home, Mom might as well have been on a different planet.  She studied Home Economics and had exciting experiences like eating Jello for the first time.  She had an adequate wardrobe but only one pair of shoes. Home was too far away to visit except on holiday weekends and at the end of term