2am. Waiting on children. A little girl and an infant boy. I knew they were coming. I felt it in my bones. I woke with a start long before the phone rang. I was waiting.
They need beds for the night.
Our county is desperate for emergency homes.
Two weeks ago, hours and hours passed with no willing homes (we were leaving out of town the next day) and the children lingered in limbo in the early morning hours.
So, I couldn’t say no.
They have to go before the weekend because we don’t have space in the car. But tonight, we have space in our home and in our hearts.