Closed for Remodeling

This business is “Closed for Remodeling.”

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This is what now stands on that corner lot…


There have been some jokes and comments about this sign advertising that they are closed for remodeling. When we first saw it, we thought maybe they would put in new seating or update the décor. Not long after, we saw a vacant lot. The truth is, it is being rebuilt from the ground up. Nobody is quite sure why. The original structure did not seem old or useless, but that is just me looking from the outside in. Those in charge must have had good reason to spend the time and money to “remodel,” all the while losing revenue from the closed location. I’m sure the new facility will be better than ever.


I immediately thought of a few friends who are going through  very difficult times.  The pile of concrete and rubble would be an appropriate image for how they are feeling their lives look right now. They had little to no notice before the walls came crashing in and life as they know it changed completely. It is easy to shut down when you are just looking at small parts of what used to be your whole life.  Right now, nothing makes sense. There are just pieces left of what used to be familiar, recognizable, comfortable and enjoyable. The problem is, the remnants are now none of those things. The pile is a brutal reminder of what used to be and the demolition just feels overwhelming.

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All that is left is heavy work equipment and piles of concrete. I’m sure it will all be hauled away in the next couple days. No doubt it will be done quickly so that progress can continue.




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Most of us have hit seasons like this in our lives. It is hard to go on; hard to find our place in what others gently refer to as  a “new normal.” It is hard to see new promise and possibilities amidst the rubble. We may have even agreed to the remodel; we just never knew it would mean starting over from the ground up. We didn’t anticipate being torn down in order to be made new.

We were up for some self-improvement – a new coat of paint, perhaps, or a decorative door or more efficient windows. Maybe some prettier landscaping for better curb appeal. We didn’t plan on demolition.  We want the new, but please, God, no more pain!

The truth is, life can be hard.  More often than not, it is the people we have traveling alongside us that make it possible for us to even see our way past the vacant lots to new possibilities.  Let’s be people who weep with one another, rejoice with one another and see each other through to better days!

Believing For Better Days With You,



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Impeccable Timing

“I’d rather be moved by something than be impressed by something.” – Nate Ruess

I wish I had written that. It is exactly how I feel. It is why, at the end of me, when I grow so weary in doing good, God frequently takes over and once again shows me how it’s really done. It’s at the core of Salina Shares. He shows up, He touches people’s hearts and opens their hands and needs are met unselfishly and with great joy.  I get to participate. I get to be a conduit of sorts, but people come forth from the most unexpected circumstances and share. When all is said and done the compassion and generosity is more impressive than any earthly belonging. Here is our latest “story.”

Thursday a friend called me informing me of a woman and her ten year old son who had recently moved here from Florida. She told me they had just moved into public housing but that they needed everything. Thankfully, my friend offered a full size bed. Score! One of the hardest things to find, was crossed off the list before I had even begun!

I called this new friend, introduced myself and asked more specifically about what she needed. She admitted that they basically needed everything. She told me they had a blanket and some clothes but at the top of her list of needs was pots and pans and toilet paper. I told her I had both of those things and I would do what I could to find some other furniture and provisions.

That morning, I had an appointment. Just a month ago, the owner of that business had asked me to come talk to her staff because she wanted all of them to understand what Salina Shares is. One of the gals who works there came up to me as soon as I walked in and told me that the single bed that she had previously offered to me, needed to be moved out sooner than later. In my mind, I was saving it for someone else that I know will need it in a couple weeks. In that instant, I knew that it was meant for this 10 year old boy. Within 3 hours my husband and a friend had picked up both beds and delivered them to this new family.

In the meantime, a young man who is raising his 4 younger siblings, got in touch with me offering to help. He went out immediately and bought pillows and a vacuum for this family that he will probably never meet. He gave them to my husband at the address where he was loading up the full size bed.

I had some dishes, pots and pans, silverware and towels that had been donated to Salina Shares for just this very reason. I left work to get them and to meet my husband at this woman’s home. In the five minutes I was home, another friend pulled into the driveway and delivered a bag full of food. Honestly, the timing had me in awe!

That afternoon, my husband went on to deliver a kitchen table and two living room chairs to this home. After work, more food was delivered to our home.  I took it over to her, along with sheets and comforters for their beds and some glasses. Once I got there, I realized I had forgotten the refrigerated food and assured her that I would be back the next day.

I talked to her the following morning and let her know I would be by about 1:00 after an 11:00 o’clock meeting.  I asked if there was anything special I could do for her son. A favorite activity or food? She said, “no,” and thanked me appreciatively for all that we had given them thus far.

Checking my phone after my meeting, this message was waiting for me.

“Mrs. Debbie, Jonathan really wants a scooter. If you go by one in your donation pile please grab it for him. Thanks.”

Amazingly, nearly 3 months earlier, just days before Christmas, another family had given me a scooter, saying they were sure I would find just the right person to give it to. Throughout the Christmas season, I never had opportunity to give it to anybody. I knew right where it was in my closet. I went home from my meeting to get the refrigerated food AND the scooter! As I was ready to pull out of the driveway, a friend once again pulled into my driveway behind me. She had bought a variety of kitchen utensils to help. We had talked the night before about how canned food was donated but they had no can opener. Here she was with a can opener and more! I told her I was on my way to their house to deliver the refrigerated food she had donated. A minute later and I would have missed her!

I was able to deliver that scooter to just the right person at just the right time. I told him the story about how it was meant just for him; about the family that gave it and about the God who orchestrated it all- how before he ever moved to Salina, God knew he wanted a scooter. He smiled.

This is a wonderful example of how Salina Shares operates. I made this need known with one post on Facebook. I didn’t make any phone calls or repeated pleas, yet within 24 hours a household had been set up and food had been provided. Some give from their extra; others willingly purchase for others, still others give sacrificially a portion of what they need. I have learned that no matter how much or little we have, a generous spirit is born from the realization that we have “enough” and a compassion for others.

More importantly, this is also a shining example of how God operates. The timing in every instance was absolutely amazing! No person could have synchronized it better. People were led to act immediately to embrace the interruption, knowing we each had something we could give to make this family’s life a little bit better.

“I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers.” Isaiah 65:24. God did it with a scooter and two beds this time. It reminds me that I can trust Him for that bed I now need in 12 days.

Abundance is divine appointments, generous people and God’s impeccable timing!



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How Do We Use Our Voice?

There is one television show I set aside time for and it is “The Voice .”

The new season began on Monday and continued on Tuesday for two hours each evening. That’s a pretty big commitment but to me, it is worth it.  With this show, I am not only entertained, but inevitably, I am also inspired!

For those of you who have never watched it, there are 4 coaches who sit with their backs to the contestants, who come to the stage, one by one to sing. The goal is to get one of the judges to turn their chair. When they do, the bottom of the chair lights up with the message, “I Want You.” It only takes one chair to turn for the singer to make it to the next step on the show. Many times, however, more than one judge turns their chair and the contestant has to decide which of the 4 superstars they want for a coach.

Every season the competition seems to be better and better.  That makes it especially challenging for the young people (ages 15-20) who have good voices but may lack the experience and/or confidence that the older contestants have. Monday night 17 year old Bryce sang “Cool Kids”  and not one coach turned their chair to proclaim that they wanted her.  She began to cry.

What happened next, no one would have predicted. Pharrell Williams, one of the coaches, walked up to the stage and began to encourage her. He told her to keep singing.  Then he told her to join in as he began to sing the song that he wrote, produced and has become so famous for. She brushed her tears away and started singing with him. They sang the upbeat, iconic, “Happy” song together as the studio audience clapped along and those of us in the home audience shed a few tears of our own. What a moment! I am sure that Bryce will never forget it!

Proverbs 13:12 from The Message reads, “Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heartsick, but a sudden good break can turn life around.” Who would have guessed this sentiment would be so beautifully illustrated on “The Voice?”

Andy brings his football to Laundry Love. He takes the young boys outside and throws the ball around with them while their parents are doing the laundry.

There is a man who comes into our offices periodically and hands out Crème Saver candies. In talking with him one day, he said he’s given away over 14,000 all over town for years now. The candy is always accompanied with a smile and an encouraging word.

My daughter texted me Monday night from her workplace to tell me there was a homeless woman there and to ask me if I had a hat I could give her.  I quickly packed up a few hats for her to choose from, a pair of gloves, a scarf and some hand and foot warmers. I bought her a hot chocolate and sat and visited and watched tv with her for a little while. I’m sure my actions didn’t turn her life around, but I would like to think that they still spoke to her.

Gilda pulls over on a moment’s notice when she feels compelled to give someone a ride.

I have other friends who pay for the person in back of them at a drive through or a toll booth.

I know a growing number of people that provide clothes or food at a moment’s notice when they hear of a need.

When we turn our chairs… when we stop what we’re doing and redirect our attention to seeing people and helping to meet their needs, I  hope that the message would be,

” I See You” and more importantly, “He Sees You.”  You are dear and important and valuable to the loving God that created you and because of that, you are important to me.

I want them to know – even for a moment, that they are not alone or forgotten or invisible. I pray that the sudden good break, however small, would be an encouragement to put one foot in front of another to walk toward a new day, a new season, a new thing.

We all have a voice. It may not be professionally trained or showcased before millions, but I am convinced that our message is still loud and clear. We are not famous and our deeds are not spectacular, but we have the opportunity every day to encourage others;  to help restore their hope, their peace or their dignity.

I will continue to make time to watch The Voice and to listen to His Voice. On the television show, contestants are infused with confidence or joy when just one chair is turned. May those around us feel the same as we turn our chair for them!

Abundance is Turning My Chair and Building a Team With You,


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Cocoa and Community

The time and temperature sign read 28 degrees last Wednesday night at 7:00 p.m.  The setting of the sun made it feel colder.  A line of people sitting on concrete with their backs against brick walls would have seemed to make it feel even colder. But there was a sense of community that was heart-warming.

Last weekend Salina hosted the Missions of Mercy Dental Clinic at our Bicentennial Center. Dental services were offered free of charge on a first come first serve basis beginning at 4:30 a.m. on Friday and ending at 5:00 p.m. on Saturday. The first people lined up on Wednesday at 1:00 p.m.

With temperatures forecasted to dip well below freezing for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights, some  friends and I headed  over Wednesday night to serve hot chocolate and pizza to those who would be out in the elements for nearly 48 hours. We made sure they had hats and gloves and their fill of hot chocolate. We learned where they were from and what they were anticipating having done. Many were there to have their teeth pulled.

My friends and I left grateful and a little bit sad. We returned to heated homes with every convenience. Most of us had taken our dental care for granted. Now, our new friends were the last people most of us thought of before we went to sleep and the first people we thought of when we woke up. I learned later that one of my friends dropped off a thermos full of mocha coffee  on her way to work on Thursday for a girl who said it was her favorite. She left it outside her tent with a note attached.

Thursday night, those same friends and a few more joined me to once again take hot chocolate and snacks to the growing number of people lining up to ensure themselves one of the first places. This time I also took hats, gloves, hand warmers and foot warmers. Those were gone before we reached the end of the line. The recipient of the mocha coffee hugged me when she saw me again. She asked me if I saw the comment on Salina Shares’ Facebook page thanking us for our kindness the night before. I told her, yes, I had seen it. She told me it was from her mom in Wichita, so happy that people were looking out for her daughters.

As we went down the line, we were touched by the kindness we witnessed and received. People were truly looking out for one another. They were sharing what they had, however little it may have been. Towards the end of our time there a young couple arrived and made their way around the building to the back of the line. They came with nothing to sit on, no blankets or warm coats, completely unprepared for the harsh cold. One couple near them had two blankets and gave them one. In another part of the line we met a single man who had ordered a pizza and after eating a couple slices, went to those around him in line to see if anyone else wanted some. As we were about to leave, one of my friends handed me a ten dollar bill that had been given to her from someone she served hot chocolate to. They wanted to contribute toward what we were doing.

More than one person asked me who we were with and why we were there. We told them we were from Salina Shares and we were there because when we thought of them lining up outside, we knew they would be cold. We knew the hot chocolate was a temporary solution, but we hoped it would warm them up for a little while and let them know people care.

It’s called empathy and it really is that simple. It is what will finally move us out of our living rooms, conference rooms, or church sanctuaries to reach out to others. It is what will move us from gratitude for what we do have, to actually giving away what we have. Empathy will move us right out of our comfort zones.

Henri Nouwen once wrote that “The spiritual life does not remove us from the world, but leads us deeper into it.” I have definitely found this to be true. In the process, I have also learned much about how to be community from people like the dental clinic clients, my Laundry Love friends, and residents of the Del Rey trailer park. I am convinced that they can teach my friends and I a thing or two.

Connecting with community and spiritual service can be as simple as cocoa on a cold night.

Abundantly Blessed by Those Teaching Me,


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Rejoicing in Just One

His name is Tony. He is a soft-spoken, gentle spirited man who I met at one of our local laundromats. On the fourth Saturday of each month, I would set up shop, hauling in a little table, detergent, dryer sheets, a case of water, snacks and rolls of quarters. We call it Laundry Love. It is a national initiative but a group of us have made it come alive in Salina, Kansas.

No matter how early I got there, Tony would be waiting for me. We would great each other, he would set up the table for me and I would give him a small packet with $3.00 in it. It was just enough to wash and dry one load. At Laundry Love we offer to pay for up to 5 loads per family.  Tony said he didn’t want to take advantage.

We’d talk about how he walks everywhere, his good report from the doctor at the VA, his military service and his upcoming trip to Seattle in July to visit his daughter. I asked if they talked often. Hardly at all, he said. He hadn’t seen her in years and has been anticipating this trip for a very long time. As we talked he would meticulously fold and roll his laundry. When he was done, he would hug me, thank us and take off walking down the road with a backpack full of clean clothes.

On the fourth Saturday in December, Tony was once again waiting for me when I got there. I asked him how long he had been there. He said he couldn’t really sleep the night before, so he got up. He left his home at 6:00 and arrived at the laundromat at 8:00.  It was always incredible for us to know that Tony had walked all that way to have one load of laundry paid for. We had a hunch that the friends he had made there made the walk as worthwhile as the clean load of laundry. At least we hoped that was the case.

We offered him a ride many times. I talked to him about the scenario of rain, snow or ice as winter descends on Kansas. What if the fourth Saturday fell on an inclimate weather day? I gave him my work number and my cell number to call for a ride but I knew he never would. I assured him that a man could transport him. He continually declined, citing the physical benefits of so much walking. He never would tell us where he lived. All he would say is “north of Pacific.” In December he talked about how he had lived on $2.00 for the past 4 months. I secretly always worried that he was homeless.

This past Saturday I arrived at the laundromat with my little table, laundry detergent, dryer sheets, a case of water, rolls of quarters and a dozen fresh donuts.  I also had a card for Tony. He had been on my mind throughout the month. I wrote about how glad I was we had met and enclosed a $15 gift card to a local grocery store. I knew there was a chance he may not accept it but felt compelled to do it nonetheless.

There was just one problem. Tony wasn’t there. He was always waiting at the little table toward the front of the laundromat. My eyes scanned the rest of the laundromat, thinking maybe he was talking with someone or had somehow started his laundry on his own. I checked the area with the tv thinking maybe he had decided to watch tv while he was waiting. Tony just wasn’t there.

My heart sunk. I worried that he was sick or injured. I knew there was no way we could help him. We had no way to contact him and no idea of where to find him. I set aside his little packet with $3.00 in it and went about serving the others that were there for Laundry Love.

About 45 minutes later, Tony arrived, without his laundry. He explained that he had started receiving Social Security this month and would no longer be at Laundry Love. He didn’t want to take advantage. He wanted us to help those who needed it more than he did. He went on to explain that without our help he would have been washing his laundry in the bathtub and that he so appreciated our generosity and kindness. I told him it wouldn’t be the same without him. He conceded a bit and said he may come back to see us (and do his one load) every now and again.

He handed me $15.00 and told me to help others. I handed him the card I had written him. He thanked me for it without opening it, hugged me and said his goodbyes to the team that so faithfully serves at Laundry Love each month.

When I began this journey, I hardly knew what to say to people as they came into the laundromat. Now here I was, feeling a sense of loss because I would no longer be seeing my friend. The laundromat was bustling busy, with every washer taken and many other new friends there to talk to and here I was missing just one.

I thought of instances in the Bible where just one is important.  A shepherd left  his 99 sheep, to go find one that was lost, ten lepers were healed by Jesus but only one returned to thank him and a woman who had ten silver coins  turned her house upside down to find the one she had lost. In each scenario there was rejoicing for the one!

It is the beauty of Laundry Love, or anything else that takes us out of ourselves and out of our homes and into our community. It is taking the time to talk to others, affirming that their one life really does matter. It is  exchanging small talk only to discover friends, acquaintances or interests  we have in common and realizing what a small world this is. It is finding out that we each have a place in this world, and sometimes it is right next to one another.

Tony has taught me a lot and we will miss seeing him. For his one life, however, we rejoice!

Learning Lessons One By One,


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Delivering Gifts

It is a season filled with sights and sounds. Some are traditional, some symbolic, others are spontaneous celebrations. Friends and families gather, memories are made and remembered, and inevitably some photos are taken to capture the moments.

Not all moments that touch our hearts can be captured in a photo.

This year I have not done a good job at documenting my life  in either pictures or words. Acts of kindness have grown into a group called Salina Shares, increasing in number of those who want to somehow help, make a difference, or impact someone else’s life. I can tell you that some of the most profound moments, I have no photos of.

Recently, we held a Christmas party for a group of families that we had planned for all year. Gifts were bought throughout the year and a major wrapping party was held in July. We were able to bless these families in a variety of ways that had meaning to them. What we did capture in photos, was a picture of each family with Santa or Mrs. Claus for them to remember the happy time they had there. What was not photographed were the tears that escaped before the women could catch them, as they were handed gift certificates to a local meat market.

When the party was over we still had gifts and brand new clothing left. I asked “Santa” if he would be willing to go with me to the “tucked away community” that I have written about on my blog in the past. He and his wife agreed. My daughter texted a friend who lives in that community to see if he was home. He was! She told him our plan, knowing that he was the one who could communicate with so many there, who otherwise would not come out of their homes for a stranger.

I will  never forget the looks and smiles on those children’s faces when they saw Santa! We unloaded the boxes and tubs of gifts and clothing as mothers handed their little ones to Santa. One mom handed him her week old baby and took a picture on her phone. I couldn’t help but think of the scripture that talks about Jesus taking children in his arms and blessing them. That is exactly what our ‘Santa’ was doing. Honestly, had we taken any pictures it would have ruined the moment. Instead, we talked with them, smiled with them and gave to them all we had. The needs in this little community are massive. We have made efforts to spend time with them at their neighborhood park, to let them know they are not forgotten, but have never had access to so many of them as this unplanned, spontaneous moment.

We drove away with empty tubs and full hearts. I said to my daughter, “I just had Christmas!” We talked all the way home about our experiences there and how some of those children would never forget the day Santa came to them. My hunch is that the four of us will never forget that day either.

On Monday, December 22, a couple of friends and I met at a “Free Store” run by one of the agencies in Salina that houses women and their children in crisis. The Free Store is open to  anyone in the community, not just those served by this agency. It was our third year of going there to serve hot chocolate and coffee and to provide gifts for the children or grandchildren of those shopping for clothing. We do not advertise, we simply show up one morning sometime during the week of Christmas.

We arrived a half hour before they opened and one woman was outside the door, waiting for them to open and beginning what would become the line to get in. She was festively dressed in a green jacket and a red hat but her demeanor was anything but festive. It was clear life had taken its toll on her. I said good morning as I took the first load in but she did not look at me or respond. When it came time to open, the manager of the store explained to the people in line what we were doing. This woman was first at our table asking if we by any chance had some cologne for her daughter. We wrapped it for her, wished her Merry Christmas and may have seen for a brief moment a little bit of light come to her eyes.

I only took one photo that morning and it was of the outside of the building from a distance a half hour before we opened. No picture can rightly tell the stories of lost jobs, lost health and lost hope that we heard that morning. Likewise, it isn’t easy for a quick snapshot to capture a brief moment of love, hope or faith restored by one small act of kindness.

At this highly decorated time of year, I am reminded that Jesus came, not with bright lights and beautiful adornments, but to a stable as an infant. God came, in flesh to us to meet our greatest needs.

I have spent 2014 meeting and listening to people who are trying to hold their heads up in the midst of great need and what feels like overwhelming circumstances. I have delivered food, clothing, toys and furniture. My prayer is that I have also delivered a taste of God’s love, mercy, hope and joy.

To all of you who have contributed the food, clothing, toys, furniture and money to be able to meet some of those needs, thank you so very much! It has been absolutely heartwarming to see how well Salina Shares!

Merry Christmas!


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Full of Thanks and Growing in Giving

The word says it all, but I’m learning more all the time.

Thanks + Giving = a worthy celebration.

It isn’t simply a holiday or one day a year. It’s a lifestyle.  It is a life that is willing to turn aside from the urgent to notice the moments that may not be “big” or “special” in anyone else’s book, but are moments of blessing nonetheless. When we take the time to really look at all that we’ve been blessed with, we are not only a thankful people, but a generous people.

I am acutely aware of the lavish love and abundant grace my heavenly Father has bestowed upon me. Every day. Because of that, I can extend the same to others. Every day.

As we gather around our table full of food and shoulder to shoulder with friends or family, I am also very much aware that not everyone has the same. The food and family that I have is what enables me to share my food and be family to others. Every day.

Over the years, I have made a habit of keeping abundance lists, of putting pen to my gratitude, of counting 1000 gifts over the course of a year.  So this thanksgiving, I decided to challenge myself a bit more and write down 1000 things I am thankful for this month.

The main thing I learned is that it is this hurried, busy life that keeps us from noticing. There were late nights, when I finally stopped, that  I had to look back over my day to count the moments of tangible and intangible gifts that had been bestowed on me throughout my day. I would have missed them completely if I had not stopped.

The other thing I noticed, is how many people ended up on my gratitude list. A friendly phone call, an unexpected text, help from an employee from another company, family, friends, those who do favors for me all the time. The friendship and love I am thankful for enables me to give generously of the same to others.  It makes for a very rich life. Not perfect, not polished, but full of thanks and growing in giving.

I have decided not to murmur and complain about the loss of Thanksgiving Day not being set aside in our modern culture. Partly because I am convinced that we can celebrate and give thanks every day. Thanksgiving traditionally ushers in the Christmas shopping season.   I am understanding more of how our thanks can be transformed into giving. When we realize how much we already have, we can give of ourselves, our time, our concern and our compassion. We may even have material possessions to share with others, or extra money we can use to meet practical needs of food and warm clothing.

Perhaps this season finds you mourning the things that you do not have.  Still, I encourage you to find even one small thing  you can be thankful for.

May we be thankful people and from our thanks, may giving flow.

Abundance is… taking the time to notice!

Happy Thanksgiving!


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