I truly believe that just as no person lays on their death bed saying, "I wish I had worked more hours....", no child is born and says "I want to grow up and be homeless." Life happens and along the way, some people lack the foundation or maybe the support system to teach them how to react when storms come into their lives. For many people, when the storms come, dreams are washed away or put on hold for many years. Yet, thanks to The Art Project, Houston many of our neighbors are able to grab on to a life preserver and rebuild their life.
For many, the process of rebuilding, or in some cases, building self esteem, starts with a blank canvas and a paint brush. As the classes progress, so does the healing. In the weeks that they participate, friendships are not only formed, but a closeness where lives are changed. Being able to support The Art Project, Houston in little ways such as sharing what it is when a stranger sees me wearing my "Believe" t-shirt or volunteering when the art is on display doesn't require much from me, but each time I get to share about another of the miracles that happens at the Bread of Life, my life is enriched.
My relationship with BOL goes all the way back to the mid 1990's when I was desperately trying to leave an unsafe marriage. About 15 strangers, waiting on services from Bread of Life were asked to come help "pack and move a mom and her three little kids to safety." In less than three hours, those strangers moved me to a safe place to live and I have always felt as though anything I could do to help other clients at Bread of Life, would in some way repay those who helped change life for my family.
For many, the process of rebuilding, or in some cases, building self esteem, starts with a blank canvas and a paint brush. As the classes progress, so does the healing. In the weeks that they participate, friendships are not only formed, but a closeness where lives are changed. Being able to support The Art Project, Houston in little ways such as sharing what it is when a stranger sees me wearing my "Believe" t-shirt or volunteering when the art is on display doesn't require much from me, but each time I get to share about another of the miracles that happens at the Bread of Life, my life is enriched.
My relationship with BOL goes all the way back to the mid 1990's when I was desperately trying to leave an unsafe marriage. About 15 strangers, waiting on services from Bread of Life were asked to come help "pack and move a mom and her three little kids to safety." In less than three hours, those strangers moved me to a safe place to live and I have always felt as though anything I could do to help other clients at Bread of Life, would in some way repay those who helped change life for my family.
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