I had to start this entry with the faces of these beautiful little girls. We went to Lindon, Utah this week to watch the wonder of Days for Girls at work. Debbie Young, a young women’s leader there has been helping several groups of women and girls get involved in this effort. This week they assembled 50 beautifully made kits and had shields and liners ready for several dozen more. They also cut and prepared 100s of liners for sewing, and many were turned, pressed and top stitched.
When I see the good that comes on both ends of this project, I can hardly hold the tears back. It gets to me every time as I explain what Days for Girls is, and how we can help. I have met and watched angels at work. It is amazing to me that these volunteers who don’t even know the names and faces of the girls on the other end of their giving, continue to find us, share, give, and send these kits off to girls they’ll never meet or know.
I’ve had the good fortune of meeting 100s and 100s of girls who have received these kits. Their faces keep me awake a night. I love them. I want to help them. It has reminded me of an email my friend, Julie Treadwell sent out to her neighbors and friends in Fruit Heights last month, which included thoughts from a conversation we had long ago that I had since forgotten. Julie wrote:
I am sending you pictures to look through, from Ann’s most recent trip. I don’t know how to pick out any single shot (1,900 of them!!!). I find them all interesting for many different reasons. There are pictures of children playing, women watering the crops, the schools that have been built, wells that have been dug, “food” in the markets, just so many things. Still, I put a few at the bottom that caught my attention. I couldn’t resist that momma and her babies. Their eyes. So exquisitely beautiful. If you choose to look through these pictures, and I would encourage you to do so as it’s quite an education, I’d ask you to remember something Ann told me. I asked her how she could keep going back there and not crumble from the contrast of our lives with theirs. I would struggle with wanting them to have what I have yet knowing that is not possible. She was wise in her response. She said, “I remind myself that I am fortunate to look into their lives, see the needs and do some things that truly make a difference. Right now they don’t see my life but there will come a day when they do. Thoughts of when that day comes, motivates me to keep doing all I can.” Ladies, the effort you saw and assisted with on Saturday, is exactly that. Whether you are considering doing things in your home or with groups you can rally, YOU are making a difference!!! Days for Girls offers us all an opportunity to do something, regardless of our financial circumstances. Those who have $ or fabric can donate that. Others can donate time. Every little bit of anything HELPS! And that is a very “feel good” kind of exciting! Thanks for being part of it.
I love meeting people who help with kind open hearts and loving hands. This is a work of love. Here is what this looked like this week in Lindon, Utah: