His Mercies are new each morning...

Last night my friends and I went to help with an organization called Jesus Was Homeless. It's a really cool program. It was started about 3 years ago by this couple at a church who wanted to serve the Branson community. When we got there it was a bunch of ordered chaos. There were about 10 people throwing sandwiches into bags and I was a little skeptical of how the night was going to go. We then preceded to load the tubs of sack lunches in the 15 passenger vans we were going to drive around.
We made our first stop, a mobile home park. These cute little kids were so excited to see us. Our van driver, John Paul, got out and greeted the kids and their parents. I got to see the joy and thanks light up in those peoples eyes. It was a precious sight. Even though most of the little kids weren't wearing any pants or shoes... and they live in mobile homes that looked like they could fall apart at any moment...it was precious.
Our next stop was to a small motel. We went and knocked on the doors, simply saying, "Jesus was homeless," and after a few fail attempts someone opened the door and their face lighted up. See, this organization takes place every Thursday night. Why Thursday? Because people don't get paid until Friday and this meal is pretty much a life savor for them.
The next stop was an extended stay RV park. There was one RV that had 3 or 4 little children and a mom. The little kids were peaking out the windows at us and smiling, all excited for their dinner. It was so sweet.
Our last stop was too a bigger motel. For a while no one answered their doors, either afraid or just not wanting our service. It was sad... But then we went to another section of the motel and all of these foreign kids, probably my age or younger, opened their doors and were amazed at how they were being given a free meal. Two girls opened the last door of the night. Our tub had just run out of sandwiches. Our leader went back to the van to get more, but we were out. We gave the two girls each an extra drink and we walked away... I had never felt that kind of sadness before. As we walked away a young boy walked to their room with a bowl of uncooked hotdogs. I hate hotdogs... But that was what they had to eat and I have never been so thankful for the cafeteria food as I was last night.
God's mercies are new each morning. I saw the perfect example of this with the people we served last night. A lot of them don't have jobs but still yelled after us "God bless you!!". Those words have never been so sweet. God bless you friends...