I wonder how many times I will post with this title? One thing I love about being at Grace is that I never know what will happen from minute to minute. I spent most of the day reviewing financials, thinking about the budget, and worrying about the roof that leaked Christmas Eve. I had to run out and buy coffee at Barrique’s and on my way across the street I was greeted by a man.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said. Somewhat nonplussed, I replied appropriately (what did I say, “I’m glad to see you, too,” “hello”? I ‘ve no idea). We chatted for a moment, then he said how much he appreciated the caroling we did in front of the shelter last Sunday. It meant a lot to him, and he apologized for those guests who did not respond in the same way. He was glad for the warm fire and I replied that I was trying to figure out ways of making the line-up more comfortable the shelter guests.

As we talked, he shared a little of his story and assured me that he was trying to put his life back together, and then, what meant most to me, he said, “You’ve got such a great smile. It made my day.”

He made my day.