Reader discretion advised - Mosaic, I owe you a $1

I'm not a writer like fellow bloggers Jen & Lori...but I'm going to lay this out and hope you get what I'm trying to convey. If you don't just tell yourself "I must have had to be there..." and move on.

Last night at Mosaic Christa and I were working. Our resident schizo/homeless/mentally ill/daughter of Liz Taylor - Tammy - was there. She is usually there from when the doors open to when they close and eats all three meals there with some mochas and whip cream in between. She has a car or van or something that she parks in the Lutheran church lot where she sleeps. She doesn't smell very good and breaks out in tears often and has great stories floating in her mind that sometimes find their way out.

She was giddy last night because her male companion (friend/boyfriend/saboteur) was there and they left together at about 7:30 or so - at which time she turns to Christa and me and says "see you guys...love you!" A little while later he comes back in and asks for a cup of water. Then she comes back in and says "wow, that was fast!" I looked at Christa and just said "I hope that doesn't mean what I think it means."

Then she puts a dollar into the donation box. Her money she had earned...she put into our donation box. I lost it. I sobbed for about 10 minutes. Poor Christa - not quite sure what to do with me.

I took the dollar - I have it and will look at it and remember Tammy. She gave what she earned - however she earned it - to Mosaic. To us. To Jesus.