As i’ve sat here staring at this box for the past few minutes i’ve been thinking about two things, the fact that I don’t normally do this as i’m more familiar with sharing my life using photo’s and the other thing i’ve been thinking about is a man I met today. If you choose to read this I commend you as i’m not very eloquent nor am I #1 when it comes to grammar. I had a pretty normal day today and was at a friends house when I was asked to return a blender to some friends that live close by. A few hours later when I left headed straight to drop off the blender when I pass an elderly man sitting on the sidewalk in the dark…I keep driving. After dropping off the blender I headed back down and there he is still on the road so…I pass him again, I didn’t want to pass him but I did, why?. Within the few seconds before I turned my car around I thought of my reason “what can i really do to help” so I pull up beside him and started asking him why he is on the street, his response was “huh”? so I proceed to shout like a crazy person as it was clear he had hearing problems. After our conversation anyone around must of been wondering who the heck was shouting to themselves as he spoke in normal tone. He told me as to why he is on the street, that his family had kicked him out for whatever reason and had packed up his things outside and also that he has bladder problems and he cant hold in his urine. He didn’t ask for anything though so I asked if he wanted a blanket he said “yes” so I told him I would be back and I left. When I came back and gave him the blanket his face totally changed he actually almost looked like a different person and his smile tore at my heart. It never occurred to me that he may be hungry so I asked if he was, his response “yes”. I came back with bread, sausage and tea in a jam jar and what do I encounter again…that smile, that smile that should not be there a smile that is infectious a smile that continues to tear at me and bring contradiction to this situation. I fight, I fight with all I had in me to hold back my tears though one did manage to break free as he said “the lord always looks out for the poor” regardless of if his story was true, regardless of his cigarette stained breath that filled my nostrils I couldn’t help but smile as well even though my emotions told me I should be crying. After praying for him I got in my car and left, i’ve been thinking about him for a few hours now and i’ve been typing this for about a half hour with multiple “backspace” presses and if there was one word as to why i’m even writing this or why i’ve been thinking about him it would have to be “Need”. What do we really Need in this life? we spend we waste we spend and we waste…a disgusting cycle that we fall into constantly. The Lord has been teaching me a few things in recent months in regards to necessities as work has been slow and finances have been strained but yet I survive yet God still provides when there is need and things I would normally waste money on I now realize I simply do not need.
I dont expect this post to change anyones life or do much really but for some reason I feel to write about it…something I really don’t do. But what I am simply asking anyone who has read thus far is to just simply look at your life, is there anything you could be doing for someone in need?. It could be a friend, it could be a stranger I don’t know. Im not telling you what to do but i’m sure we can all make some sort of change for the better.
Love you all.
