After thirty-six hours of travel, we were welcomed to Los Angeles with wide-open arms by our friends Kathy and Mary. Our family divided into two, and we filled car seats to head to our temporary home at Mary and Mel’s where we planned to stay for two or three weeks while renovations of the guesthouse were being completed.
We arrived at their yellow home on a cool September afternoon as the sun was preparing to set.
We had made it, unsure exactly of what that meant. But somehow, all the miles walked, the hurdles crossed, the tears cried, the doors knocked on, permission denied and granted, this was where the journey had led us. Here. To a home where friends were willing to make space for us.
Their four-bedroom house was accustomed to their family of three, but they were letting it stretch to hold the hopes and fears of a family in need.
Titus explained to the kids,
“We want to leave a light footprint in this home.”