Tonight I met a lady with an interesting story. She is raising her grandaughter and lives just down the street from us. The little girl was in Anthony's class in school. Last night when I met the little girl, Hannah, for the first time, I asked her her name. She told me. I asked where she lived and she rattled off her address and calmly followed that with "I have 8 brothers that live in Kentucky, my mom didn't want me and my dad's in jail. I have anger issues."
And that's not even a fraction of the story I heard tonight from her grandma when Steve invited her in to visit for a while. We ended up talking to her for an hour. I might post more on this story later but I need to think through how much to blog about someone else's life. I might have to be pretty generic about the information I share.
We're going to take the little girl to church with us on Sunday because she's really hungry for friendships and also because church is important to the grandma. Did I mention that we've been to Bethel Baptist Church the last two Sundays? But that's another post for another time :)
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