Spent the morning marinading in justice text. It's hard. It breaks me every time I dive in that direction. I never come away unscathed or in some way unshifted. Came away this morning in awe & wonder at what we are called into & also wondering how in the world was I gonna lead this 350 member crew down this justice road in a meaningful way. Knew I had to keep stepping up to the plate & swinging toward that goal nonetheless.
Later that day I came home, layed on the couch with my kid, & watched Breakfast at Tiffany's until he insisted on us turning to Sponge Bob Square-pants instead. Came home to be with him after a long morning & afternoon managing the justice teams that hit the streets every weekend, & negotiating with the Villa Hieghts resident regarding her mini-extreme home makeover. (Big shout out to NLC) The house we are redoing is clutter from floor to ceiling - with thin slices of walkthru from the door to the rooms. Stuff layers deep on every surface, & the novice teams trying to maneuver all the changes & "won't budge" moments. Tried to give life-storyline that would infuse their service with meaning. But would it hold in the context of little breathing room & a mountain of stuff? It held despite their moments of true exasperation. When the justice teams are finished for the day, I'll head on over & talk to E about what matters in life & what is healthy to let go of so life can take place in her home. Though I love those kinds of conversations, they are nevertheless, tough ones to have. The team doing landscaping blocks away at S's place were all smiles & laughter despite the heat. I only needed to check on them once. They were doing just fine. The team that left E's was simply spent. Next weekend the real work begins as 3 days of 12 hour days mark the hard launch & hard finish of this mini- makeover project in this inner-city neighborhood the Justice Project is doing its tour of duty in.