For this post, I decided to post a memory from 2013.
It was maybe March or April and I was still heartbroken over my father’s death a few months prior. He had lost his battle to esophageal cancer and my husband and I had lost our apartment and were living on someone’s living room floor…
But because of our faith and love we have for people, we could not think of ourselves. We had a roof over our head and food. Why not help others?
What I am about to reveal to you, did not require us to have a Ph.D, a certification, a building or a membership card of some kind.
All it took were some brown lunch bags and cold cuts as well as our feet to carry us throughout the neighborhood.
As we prepared the sandwiches and filled up bags with apples, fruit, and cool water I looked over at my husband. We shared a smile and decided on a Scripture verse to place on the front of the brown bags.
It was a Sunday.
It was beautiful. The sun was literally sparkling and church was in session. We walked by impressive places of worship, some were grand, some were quaint, some had ivory statues at the front and colorful, and stained glass windows.
Parking lots filled with fancy cars.
People wore starched and pressed bright skirts and men in sharp pointed suits akin to strait jackets barely gave us a nod as we traveled to wherever God was leading us.
We had red Family Dollar bags strapped on our arms and my black and white tote filled with Word and food.
Did we know where we were going?
We walked until we came across a man near 7-Eleven who looked as if he wore the same clothes for six months. We offered him a bag. He asked for another to get through the night and we happily gave it, said “God bless you, Sir.”
We came across children who were hungry, poor adults walking the streets.
People rejected by God’s people because they were hungry souls.
We did not care if they were former convicts or who were wallowing in depression.
We had one goal: Feed the sheep. Feed them the Word as well. Let them know they are truly loved.
We did not have much, but just making those bags and meeting new people buoyed our souls.
When we finished, it was late afternoon, we had a snack and were so wired we could not stop talking about the day.
This is not a post to boost up ego because we are supremely flawed as humans anyway, it was just great Seeing simple kindness in action.
I can honestly say it was one of the best days of our life. .