Another day at the shelter 

Day 2 at the Hope Hospital proved successful. 

While the first day held luggage toting and mayhem. The second day brought a little more calmness but needs became aware.

Some of our friends were running out of clean clothes. 

So my posse hops in the car and was immediately welcomed by Interfaith Emergency Services. The truck was piled high full of clothes and necessities. 

My girls and I also had an initiative for  today.

We came prepared to love on some people with finger nail polish. 

We opened up shop in the Hope Cafe.

Women and Men alike came by for some tender loving nail care.

Some liked the manicure part as there were hand soaking and lotion.

Some liked to pick out the prettiest shades of pink and even one blue. But mostly the smiles received were the highlight of the day. 

Around lunch time, we found a quiet place to rest for just a few minutes. We had some lunch and we found the candy bar bowl. 
We were caught when the Almond Joy candy bar song was heard from outside of our hiding place 

Day 2 included catching up with friends from yesterday.

My name is now darling and I’m ok with that. 

The day ended with a job nobody wants but needs to be done almost more than any other. Restroom cleaning. Yuck.

However when the Mayor and the Judge joins the restroom cleaning team, we’ve got something. Community is more like it.

Day 3 of the Hope Hospital continues. Hope to see you there.

I know that one of the best ways to see past your own troubles is to serve others. 

And you would not believe the smiles a cute little baby boy brings to people. 
Love,

Darlin

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About Charmadawn

Jesus lover 💜 Wife of Steve for 39 years 💜 Mom to 2 grown kiddos 💜 BB to grandsons Jack, Luke, Patrick Joseph and Benjamin and granddaughter Abigail Dawn 💜8 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 121 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7
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