Maybe it’s because I’ve been baking all week and have cakes on the brain that I remember to contact the silent auction chair at church. I always think to contact her for the annual event but it slips off my mind.
All the money raised during the auction stays local and helps neighbors in our larger community. I like that. I’m all about helping people across the globe too but it seems those who live closest to us often get overlooked. Shoes for inner-city kids might not seem as exiting as building a well in Africa.
News flash. Need is need, whatever it looks like.