I was running around checking on preparations for our Saturday afternoon meal and pantry when I felt led to slow down for a moment and talk to the four women who had arrived two and half hours before our starting time.

“Hello, ladies, I just thought I’d stop by a minute, to see how you were all doing?”  I said.

They just smiled at me, and giggled among themselves.

“How are you all doing today?”

Again, they just smiled.

“I guess we’re finally getting a little snow and colder weather,“ I said.  “Hey, where are you ladies all from, anyway?”

They each looked at each other, at me and then each told me which country they had originally come from.  Two were from China, one from Thailand, and one from Vietnam.

None of them could speak or understand much English.  But they seemed intrigued that I would stop for a few minutes to “attempt” to communicate with them.

“God bring me to Cornerstone,” one told me. “And you’re the bossy?”  she said with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess I’m the bossy,”  I replied.  “You folks are very nice people.”

“Thank you,” they said, one with English and the others with a nod.

I continued my futile attempts at further communication.  But I wasn’t getting very far, so I returned to their previous observation.  “ Yeah, I guess, you can say, “I’m the bossy”.

They all just couldn’t help but giggle and smile back at me.  Then one said, “You, very good.”

And then I found myself merely responding with a smile and some laughter.

And I couldn’t help but feel loved and appreciated, even though there weren’t too many words understood between each of us.

These four older women from far away countries, had come to Chicago, many years ago, and though they still hadn’t learned much English, they could still communicate their love and thankfulness to all of us at Cornerstone.

I’m just glad that I was listening to my “bossy,”  so I could receive this blessing.

Thanks for stopping by. Chris.