23/01/2024
It's been cold here. Like, really cold for the Seattle area. I know, I know, anyone in the Midwest is probably rolling their eyes, but us Western Washingtonians aren't used to weather like this!
One of my family's favorite things to do when it gets cold is to go to the Cold Weather Shelter. There's this little church in downtown that opens its basement to the homeless people in our area when the weather gets to 34 degrees or below. It's underfunded and run by people who are devoted to helping others.
Each year since we moved here, we've gone and bought things for the shelter when the weather starts getting cold. Our first year, we ordered a bunch of pizzas and ate in the basement of that little old church with the people it served and we learned about them. We learned their stories and their pain points and we got to know who they are and what they need.
The biggest problem with the cold weather shelter is it's only open at night. It gives them a safe place to sleep when the temperatures dip even lower, but there's no place to go during the day. A lot of the people there work, some live in their cars when the weather is warmer, some don't have jobs, some have mental health issues, some are in the middle of a divorce - the shelter serves all kinds and it doesn't discriminate. But having a meal with them and learning their stories gave us better insight into how we could better help.
Since then, every year, we've gone to Costco and stocked up on warm gloves, hats, jackets, sleeping bags, blankets, wool socks, long underwear, hygiene supplies - last year we even bought hiking backpacks because many of these people have to carry everything they own with them. The most surprising thing for me, which in retrospect completely makes sense, is gloves are GOLD. It's the most common thing homeless people steal from each other. And of course, it makes sense. Gloves mean the difference between keeping all of your fingers or not. But I couldn't imagine living a life where I had to worry about getting mugged for my gloves.
Last year, I asked the woman who runs the shelter what else we could do to help. I asked how the guys are washing their clothes and how she was washing their bedding. Could I buy them a washer and dryer?
She said because she's trying to get 10-20 people through the showers in a two hour time period (the shelter opens at 8 and lights out is at 10), there wouldn't be time to do a full load of laundry. But she had an idea. She told me I could buy cards for the laundromat in downtown Snohomish where they could go and wash their laundry themselves and they could actually have an excuse to be in a warm place for a couple of hours. I had $40 on me and I gave it to her and told her to let me know when she needed more. I didn't hear from her after that and went on with life and forgot about it.
When we went back this year, she hugged me and was beyond excited to tell me what happened with the laundry cards.
She took our $40 and bought cards for the people at the shelter, BUT, she told them if they were going to be doing their laundry there, they had to do something for her. They had to make sure they weren't leaving cigarette butts and they needed to pick up the area around it. So they did. The guy who owns the laundromat asked them what they were doing and they told him the deal she had made with them. He was so grateful he called the city. The city was so impressed, they donated $23,000 to the shelter!
We live in a world where $40 and gratitude can turn into $23,000 for people in need. God's math is not our math and it rarely makes sense, and often, we'll never know the impact we make. All we can do is keep doing what our hearts lead us to do and trust that it's happening. So, if you ever feel like you're not making enough of a difference or an act of kindness is too small to matter, keep faith. It's causing a ripple effect somewhere. I promise.