Randall comes from a line of artists. His grandfather designed Dugan glass, his oldest son teaches art at a university in the midwest and he is a floral designer. He also curates our silent art auctions, decorates our facility for every holiday including 7 Christmas trees, the Advent table and every holiday in between. Randall is my right hand. He’s also an alcoholic.
It wasn’t Randall’s decision to walk through our doors over ten years ago. His younger son gave him an ultimatum: get help or I’m done.
He was in the program when we arrived. He quickly told me he was good at making floral arrangements and volunteered to help if needed. I was hesitant. I asked him to show me something first. He’s made every arrangement we have since then. It’s not a talent I have nor something I think about other than something on the dining room tables.
Quite simply, he’s amazing and our building wouldn’t look as good without him.
Randall culls through the donated bits and pieces and fashions beauty from others have cast aside. In the right hands, the old and dirty are given new life. In the hands of a loving Savior, we are given new life too.
More than that, Randall has become a grandfather and it makes me smile when he shows new photos of his grands. He is a welcome part of his son’s lives.
His redemption story is played out every day. I’ve never seen him in a bad mood. He didn’t complain when he had to ride the bus to work. He doesn’t bemoan not having a high paying job. His life has struggles but he doesn’t need alcohol to cope with them.
We are thankful for the family members who’ve made the hard choice to demand their loved ones get help. We know it may be the hardest things they’ve done. But that is love. Love wants more. Love wants the best. Redemption answers with grace.