Although I tried many times to get the kids together again, it never worked out.
Over a year later, on Halloween, the Dad stopped by our house.
To ask for a relatively small amount of money.
I gave it to him and asked that instead of repaying us, he bring the kids over for a playdate. He agreed and they came the next week.
Then six months later, the Dad stopped by to borrow a tool for a job. We gave it to him.
Today he came by and left us a note explaining that he was going out of town. I guess he was letting us know he still had the tool and would return it when he came back.
It is not in my nature to trust in a situation like this when things do not add up. For some reason, my heart is taking the lead, rather than my unforgiving and judgemental brain.
And the Dad obviously feels a connection to us since he comes back again and again, if not always for friendship, but for a little helping hand when times are tough.
I think of all the people we have in our lives to support us if things got tough. If we had to ask a stranger for help, it would mean that all our resources were exhausted and we had no one to count on. That would be a scary place to be if I had others depending on me.
Please say a prayer for this family.