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The sun was beaming through the clouds. It 

was the beginning of September. As I drove up 

to the Wooden Shoe Motel, I noticed how 

dirty it was. There were doors with chipped 

red paint. Glass bottles, wrinkled paper, and 

plastic Meijer bags were laying on the ground. 

I turned my wheel sharply as I parked in the 

back of the building. My pastor, Britton, told 

me to walk through the back into the 'Smoke 

Room'. 

As I approached the building, I reached out my 

hand to the metal handle. I gave it a push as 

smoke-filled air fanned my face. I see Britton 

praying for an older man. After Britton finishes 

praying, a tear falls from the older man's face. 

I looked over at a table to my 

left. There was a table with 

chili and hot chocolate. People 

who lived at the Wooden Shoe 

Motel were eager to eat. I 

soon figured out these people 

lived in poverty. They did not 

have enough money to afford 

food. 

As people walked in, they would not make eye 

contact with me. It seemed they felt ashamed 

to be living in poverty. 

Then two girls, Sara and Eliza, came into the 

tunnel of smoke. They were giggling. Their 

smile was from ear to ear. Her smile was 

memorable. 

For a few months I went to the motel every 

Friday. I began to learn about these little girls. 

We always played Dora. Eliza was boots. Sara 

was Swiper. I was Dora.

I soon learned their Mom does not enjoy 

spending time with them. They tell me she 

kicks them out of her room. When she gets 

angry, they have to leave. 

The darkness could not stay when we started 

playing music. The sweet sound of guitar and 

melodious voices filled the air. The words: 

grace, freedom, surrender, and love moved in 

hearts. 

Our hope is that these little girls will find love, 

freedom, and surrender. Each week we go 

back and teach them more about the love we 

have found. We teach them that they are 

loved no matter their circumstances.

Darkness is always present behind red doors. 

But I have to believe that God empowers two 

little girls to bring light. 

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