A teacher once made the mistake of telling me we all have 24 hours in a day. It’s just a matter of how we use them. I ingrained that into my DNA to mean I could use all 24 hours. As a result I have a really hard time saying no. It’s the eternal optimist in me that really believe I can have it all, be it all, do it all if given enough time. No, is a dirty word for me.
Like right now, I’m sick in bed. I should be telling myself no but even that seems impossible.
But today, like too many other days, I had to tell not one but two people no.
I received 2 more phone calls today of young, pregnant girls needing a safe place to stay.
I had to tell them “No, we aren’t open yet. No, I can’t help you. No, I don’t know of any other place in the area that can take you. No, I don’t know what to tell you.”
It breaks my heart. I know I will always have to use that word. Even when we do open, we won’t have enough space for every girl that needs a home. Some girls won’t be a healthy match for our program.
But for the ones that do, I pray very soon we have a warm, safe, inviting place for them to stay, and figure out their next steps.