Bread, bread....

Just got word that the lady I work alongside in our Food Cupboard fell and shattered her kneecap - owww... Some of the men at the church are trying to figure out how they can modify her home for a wheelchair and I'm off to gather bread in the morning. Seems she was the one who drove to a neighboring city where a Safeway has been good enough to donate cartloads of day-old bread for us to give out, so my wagon gets to be stuffed with it!

I really don't give enough thought to where all these things come from sometimes - I mean, I notice when I buy sugar or jam and it's the *only* sugar or jam we have to give out that week but do I give thought to where all the *rest* of the food came from? Thank goodness for volunteers.

Stopped by the church to drop off something and as I was locking up had a woman in a van pull up and cry about how they'd lost their employment and had little kids and didn't know what to do - all she could think of was to try going to a church. Wow. I gave her the info she needed and will hopefully see her collecting some food... We're getting more and more 'first timers' in the pantry every week.

*is thankful for dinner*