I woke up at 6:05 this morning. I was cranky and completely bleary-eyed. And, I am pretty sure I woke up my son and my husband as I walked out the front door. None of that mattered the minute I walked through the church doors. Spending two hours helping serve breakfast to those who need it most was really what I needed most. The world shifts a little when you step away from your life, run around refilling milk/water/coffee pitchers, stuff your back pockets with sugar packets to hand out every third minute and smile as wide as you can all before 9 am. Plus, all the free coffee you can drink. Not a bad way to start the day.
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