Too Old to March, but Not Too Old to Be a Small Part of Solutions

I spent the day cleaning our three bedroom apartment in spurts of about five minutes with fifteen minute rests due to back and arm pain. At this rate, the day I finish the last room, the first will be furry again!
At seventy-nine, I’m not exactly spry. And if you want me to remember something, you better write it down. Neither am I affluent enough to donate a significant amount to any charity. But I am not dead yet.
My women’s group at my small church are mostly between their late sixties to late seventies with a sprinkling in their eighties and one ninety-four year old. None of us are very financially affluent, but we have been disturbed by hearing of more and more single mothers and even grandmothers raising grandchildren who are living hand to mouth in roach motels in constant danger of ending up homeless. We couldn’t figure out what we could do, Several other churches are serving free meals either monthly or even weekly. We were pretty sure we couldn’t take that on by ourselves. So, I started gathering information both on people needing help and what various groups are doing already. It turns out that there are a lot of people wanting to help, but almost no communication between groups or publicity on what’s being done. But there are ways to connect with most local groups on line, so I’m finding groups with facilities but no volunteers, and other groups with funds and food but no system of transportation. I’m beginning to reach more and more organizations and I plan to share the information in an email newsletter to both those with ministries and also those who might be able to help them, plus give it to the newspaper and radio stations. I got side tracked by the holidays, but now the project is picking up speed.
Whether this helps will depend on others’ responses, but at least I found a way to try to help that was within my physical and mental limits.
Also I can still drive, even at night, so I have started going to the NAACP meetings and will also be going to my local political party meetings. And if there seems to be a way for my LOL (little old lady) friends to help at those, I will be able to give them rides to the meetings.
I am not sharing this to brag and I am well aware that with my husband’s and my health problems, what little I am doing might come to an abrupt halt.
What I am trying to do is encourage people like me with limited resources, but free time, to be creative in exploring ways to make a difference in these challenging times. Most men and women under sixty -five and many over that age are working full time. Churches and other Charitable and Political organizations are desperate for volunteers. Our local Help Center needs people to just sit and check expiration dates on canned goods and use a sharpie to mark through the bar codes. If we can’t use a computer, we can do telephoning. If our memories are scatty, we can write down instructions. Our society’s needs may be great, but many joining together to help in small ways can make a difference. We can find a way, no matter what our limits are. Joining with others strengthens our commitment.  And joining with God in prayer at every step of the way empowers us.

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About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of eleven, great-grandmother of seven, 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator; Presently part time Administrative Assistant/Bookkeeper for Architect husband of fifty-seven years. Blog: Laughter: Carbonated Grace

Posted on January 7, 2017, in fear for the future, Gifts of Age, hope, Necessary Losses, Political, Success, the future and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Let me encourage you to maximize prayer. I am not saying you should back off any other ideas you sense you should engage in, but I really want to stress prayer. I think answers will come and God will do amazing things that surprise you and all who read here.

    I think I might have linked you to my post on stopping a murder with a communion/prayer service one night. Either that, or I sent the one before it. In case I did not, let me link you to it now:

    https://fatbeggars.wordpress.com/2016/02/20/the-vandelia-i-love-vignette-4/

    And ask you to notice that in the early part of my story, my partner (Special Agent D) and I found that when we fed names of drug dealers from the hood back to our prayer-warrior granny friends, these drug dealers began going to jail. It was the oddest thing, unless you believe God can do that. And apparently a lot of drug dealers and troublemakers on the streets did believe it because SAD and I earned a reputation among criminals and the feared us! They feared the praying grannies. They said, Please don’t give my name to those missionaries cuz they will give it to those grannies and God listens to them! I will wind up in jail!!!

    It was sorta comical, except for being so sad. But those praying grannies were a force to be reckoned with. Special Agent D and I were just as surprised by this as the drug dealers, but I don’t think the grannies were surprised.

    I want to encourage you to draw closer to God in prayer. Since age and circumstance take away so many options to be distracted from it, now is your providential chance to really explore the impossibilities!

    Of course, I hope you will find new options open up as your pray too. You are not dead, as you said. But whatever power you have now is almost all from God. So talk to him about it.

    Blessings…

    X

    • I agree. Actually I prayed the whole time I was cleaning….of course some of it was for the strength to keep going. We can never pray enough and our women’s group has started a prayer ministry through emailing everyone any time we know of a need or someone asks us to pray. We also spend about a quarter of the worship service lifting people from all over in prayer. Our little church has become known to many who ask us for prayer now. I keep praying about this outreach and God keeps sending more information and more groups to include. The whole thing started when someone brought their concern for the homeless to our women’s meeting and I offered to do this because I was the Lay Worship Leader for Sunday and all the Scriptures were about helping those needing help including the scripture about rich man and Lazarus the beggar at his gate. I concluded what I call my “sermon from the molehill” with the Question to the congregation, “Who is the beggar at your gate?” Five minutes later a woman came into the service crying and it turned out she was about to be put out on the street. Our deacons gave her enough to pay her rent, I gave her a $100 bill I had been saving to get help cleaning and some others took her to the grocery and paid for the groceries. I took that as a confirmation to keep following God’s bread crumbs. (Though Christmas and family did distract me a lot during December.) So, please keep me and First Presbyterian in your prayers that we will base everything on prayer and God’s leading.

    • I’ve made copies of vignette 4 to take to our prayer grannies….Also reblogged it on my blog site.

    • thank you for the prayers….I have witnessed physical healings and spiritual ones, both while people were being prayed over and from prayer at a distance. I am glad you reminded me where the grace comes from. It enabled me to add about the importance and power of prayer at the end of the post.

  2. This is so inspiring! Helping, giving of your time and energy to make a difference in other people’s lives. Well done and keep up the good work. You are an inspiration and wonderful role model.
    Peta

  3. True. Way to go, Eileen.

  4. You rock and I am so happy to meet you! Blogging is wonderful because it connects me to people like you!

  5. What a totally splendid post and inspiring too. And however many cylinders you’re running on they are still going strong!! As for cleaning well, I kind of know what you mean about getting to the end and realising it needs starting again; does the analogy of painting the Forth Bridge have any resonance with you?

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