All in Love Your Neighbor
Want to be Blessed?
Basking in the glorious late Spring sun, streaming through the east window, I am snuggled into my purple overstuffed chair. Allowing my eyes to slid shut, I whisper of my thoughts about the coming summer. Running out of words, silence falls between me and my maker. Then He breathes these words into my mind, “Feed the children.” Knowing my propensity to overanalyze these things, I pick up my phone and create a post inviting others to join me.
Sometimes we think we have to go far away or do something new or huge to be His hands and feet to this world.
Maybe I was Wrong?
Extending her pudgy nut brown hand full of her recess-collected, canary yellow bouquet, she giggles exclaiming, “I picked these for you!” Promptly an older, more “knowledgeable” students, saunters over and snears,“ Dandelions are not flowers!” She protests; insisting that they are. Hugging her, my heart is full. Not because these are what I would consider beautiful, but because the heart behind this is pure and loving. She saw something she deemed beautiful and wanted to share it.
Sauntering away, my squirrelish mind zips around, latching onto some simple and yet troubling question
