Gently sliding out of my 1000 count Egyptian Cotton sheets, I wrestle my well-developed legs into my favorite pair of yoga pants. Quickly finishing dressing, I grab my ipad and head out the door to get some writing done before the world awakens.
I adore early Saturday mornings when the world is bathed in mist and the sun is still a promise. It is my favorite day of the week! I reserve the morning portion entirely for me and my Creator to get some writing done and the afternoon for whatever relaxing activity I bump into. I always wear my favorite yoga pants and fluorescent pink Nike tennis shoes with no socks. My top attire varies according to activity and mood. As a high-functioning Asperger adult, texture is EVERYTHING, and Saturdays I get to wear all my favorites even if they don’t need to match.
This Saturday is no different. Landing at a corner table, I set up shop and start to write. Instantly, I am distracted by a shuffling human, slowly making its way toward the coffee shop. It is frigid outside and this human looks like it might not make it to this warm environment. Returning to my task at hand, I try to ignore the niggling whisper. This human is now at the door, just about two feet from me. I look up and our eyes meet. He is just standing there. That is when I hear my Creator whisper, “Get up and welcome him in. Buy him some food and coffee. Please feed him for me.” Having determined months ago, to be obedient at my Creator’s first request, I stand, smile at him and open the door. I invite him in, as if I owned the place. His stench proceeds him as he enters. Quickly my mind wanders if they will even sell me food for him. Walking him to the counter, I encourage him to order some warm liquid and food. He and the barista have a stare-off. So, I order for him. The barista takes my order and silently “plus” sizes it. With one swift move, she enters her employee discount on it. I smile at her and our eyes have a conversation without exchanging any words. Accompanying him to a soft, welcoming chair, I stroll back over to my table and get to work. Thirty minutes later, he is sleeping in the chair and I am nudged again to go get his coffee and refill it. (I have a gold club card so refills are free.) Approaching the counter, she receives the dirt stained cup. As my hand takes it from her, I silently mouth, “Thank you! Tears well in her eyes and she turns away.”
Have you ever considered that what you are holding in your hands, both literally and figuratively, is meant to be blessed and poured out for others? We are merely extensions of our Creator’s hands, feet, heart, generosity, and love. I’m not sure who was more filled up from these moments today. The barista? The homeless, frigid man? or me? Here is what I do know, if you are struggling with purpose and contentment, ask our God to help you pour out what He has entrusted into your hands (time, possessions, talents, skills, money, passions, character traits, your physical life, and interests/hobbies) to bless and change the trajectory of others, as well as yourself. It will change you!
Until We Chat Again,
Crystal
John replied, “If you have two shirts, give one to the poor. If you have food, share it with those who are hungry.” - Luke 3:11
