Feeding the Homeless

The Young Men and Women in our ward had the opportunity today to participate in a program called "Feed My Brother". It has been going on for about 26 years. The Salvation Army provides meals during the week to the homeless and another Christian Church thought about providing it on Sundays. So, with the help of many through the community, this is accomplished. Our Stake participates with the help of the wards that attend the 9 am block. So, from what I understand, our stake helps 3 times a year. The youth brought milk, rolls, salads, casseroles and desserts to share with these people. We got there and set up chairs and poured milk, served meals and cleaned up. There was so many of us that the beehives, mia maids, deacon and teachers left after everyone was served and things slowed down. I took Jaxon with me and left the other kids at home. He has been having a tough time lately. We are hitting the fun stages of kids! I have lost count how many times in the last couple of days I have heard, "I want a new family", "I wish I was born somewhere else". You know, the stuff you love to hear. I thought this would be good for him to see. He was mad and didn't want to go. When we got home from church he said, "I don't have to go. The Bishop said Young Men and Women". After some threatening :) he changed back into his church clothes and came along with me. On the way home, I had a very nice talk with the Beehives and Jaxon. Something that I hadn't thought of was brought up. One girl said, "I won't complain about what my mom makes for dinner anymore. I will just eat it and be happy. Those people didn't care what they got to eat, just that they got sometimes was good enough for them". I was so proud of the girls and the conversation that we had. Jaxon and I had a little chit chat too. He said that he just felt the spirit and wanted to help those that he saw. He wanted to do something for them. We saw a little boy about 6 years old. He had on brand new shoes. Jaxon pointed that out then said, oh Mom, look how big his shoes are. He was right. These shoes had to have been bigger than what Jaxon wears. I then asked Jaxon to remember that he belongs to our family and that this is where he is suppose to be. I also pointed out that his family isn't so bad and things could be a lot worse.