I am an assistant principal "single mom" with three kids - my husband is serving his time for improprieties with our internationally adopted daughter. I don't want sympathy, but want to share what I went through this evening...Tonight I was turned away from a church food pantry because I make too much money. Where is the separation of church and state here? As I sat at the church waiting my turn for an hour, I looked at all the poor people ahead of me, black, white, women, men, and children, by far I had the nicest clothes and received some looks...people were probably wondering what is she doing here? I felt ashamed to be there, not becuase of those people around me (I prayed for them as I sat there), but because of where the last year has lead me to. I was the last person served and the lady began to ask questions and eventually she got to my salary, which I told her. She said, "You're over!" As I left, the lady apologized. I thought about how glad I was the others didn't get turned away because they looked far worse off than me. I just thought about my family's need and how we don't get child support, how I am looking at bankruptcy, living paycheck to paycheck. I don't want sympathy because I have much to be thankful for, however because of the gov'ts salary table, I got turned away. It was a rude awakening that surprised me to be turned away from a church whose gift of food would give based on my income. I am thankful for the fact that Jesus Christ's gift of salvation is free and not based on how much money we have, but because we need the free gift. I prayed for all the people there tonight that if they didn't know Jesus, that one day they would accept His free gift. I am still wondering what this all meant tonight - for me spiritually. I sang Praises to God on the way home feeling varied feelings, but knowing that God would bring me through. You say, where is my anger? My husband, the state/federal govt for doing nothing for us but give us the illusion that they were doing something for us by imprisoning my husband. No wonder people don't tell - families would be far better off if they just silently bear the burden.. because telling hasn't done anything at all for us but lead us into an unimaginable hell.
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