The game was in a few hours so of course the thought went to changing clothes. Chiefs attire all the way! The boys plans quickly hit a snag when we all realized Parker's Chiefs shirts were for winter and probably too small. We immediately started brainstorming of where in St. Louis could we find Chiefs gear. We called Old Navy - they were sold out. I checked online and Dick's Sporting Goods showed quite a few. We headed over there to discover they only carry local teams in the store. A few weeks ago, my mom and I had been shopping at TJ Maxx and Marshalls and I remembered seeing Chiefs shirts there. We hopped back in the car and tried Marshalls. No luck. Tony was driving and since he usually avoids, I mean misses out on those stores, he took a wrong turn out of the parking lot. Not to worry, we knew we could get back on the highway with a little zig-zagging. Driving through an industrial park, I see a woman in a winter coat with 2 pieces of luggage. Since Tony was on a mission, he was driving fairly fast. I thought it might be the lady my mom and I had given a ride to a couple of months ago. I told Tony that I thought it was her and she probably needed a ride to the hotel. She was between Marshalls and standing in an empty lot. I stated the time and asked could we still get done what we needed to get done and help her. Without waiting for an answer, I said Parker has a red shirt he can always wear instead. Tony turned around and drove back to the lady. I hopped out of the car realizing up close that it was the same lady for sure.
"Can we give you a ride?"
"I don't have anywhere to go."
"Aren't you the lady who lives in the hotel down the road?"
"I don't have any money."I fell back in the seat to repeat what she said. Tony asks me what I want to do. I reply that we can't just leave her there. We'll just have to pay for her hotel. Even if it means we eat ramen noodles all week is what I was really thinking. I get back out and tell her that we'll pay for her hotel. I crowd into the back when it hits me in the face that Parker and Macy have been watching all this unfold. She gets in and apologizes for sweating so badly. She tells Tony that she has 9 layers of clothes on. Then she turns to me and asks if I want to call the hotel first to find out how much the room will cost. No, I tell her. We'll take care of it. I can tell she doesn't remember me. Then she asks us if we would drive her through Burger King and she shows us $10 in multiple layers of ziploc bags. Tony answers "Of course. But we're buying your dinner." "Can I have breakfast too?" "Sure!" Listening to her order brings tears to Parker's eyes. Even he can see how hungry she is. We then drive back to the hotel and Parker jumps out of the car to help Tony with her bags. Macy is still there so I stay outside with her. Parker runs back out to let me know that Daddy has her checked in. Without really weighing the consequences, I write down our names and our cell numbers telling Parker to run this into Daddy and he'll know what to do with it. Tony give it to Ms. P and tells her to call us if she needs us. "Are you sure?" she asks him. Tony replies, "Yes, because God loves you." Back in the car, Parker has a million questions about how she doesn't have a home or where is her family. Questions we didn't have the answers for.
The next morning at church, I am constantly checking my phone for Ms. P to call and asking "Lord, what will we do then?" I'm fearful because I don't know what we can do to help her. I know the saying give a man a fish...I know she needs a long-term solution. Then I look around at my church family and I know if I ask for help, it will be given. We're not alone in wanting to help Ms. P. Parker worries too and offers his plan. We can clean out the basement and make her a room to live with us. I am grateful for his tender heart and think why not? Children can break down a problem and simplify the solution. Adults are the ones who make it complicated. I don't know what my answer will be when she calls. I'm just praying that God will answer for me and put the words in my mouth. That's the best I can hope for.
All day long I kept thinking about how if Tony hadn't made that wrong turn, we would have never seen her. I couldn't help but wonder how many wrong turns Ms. P may have made in her life. Is she like the prodigal son? Too ashamed to call home? Has she made choices that her family felt forced to confront and say don't call us anymore?
Then I looked back at our married life and all the turns it has taken. Turns we made with the best of intentions that turned out to be wrong ones. And I'm thankful. I'm thankful that we have a God who does love us and can take all of our wrong turns and make them right ones.