1 John 3:18 "Dear children, let us not love with words or speech, but with actions and in truth..."
I'd been thinking upon this verse just before the train pulled into the station. How can I best show love to the people God has placed in my life?
Teach me, Lord.
I know the right words. I know them all by heart. I can tell you what you want to hear. But they mean nothing if my actions don't reflect them. And if I'm distant, cold or distracted my actions don't mean anything.
I want to do better. For my husband. My family. For You. Give me the chance.
The day was a long one. Good and blessed, but long. I was ready to make my next train and get home. To get to my train and get out of cold weather that I was underdressed for, I picked up the pace.
Then, I heard a voice behind me. I almost didn't turn around. I could keep walking like I didn't hear anything and no one would care. I was only fooling myself. It wasn't working.
He said, "Here's your chance. Turn around and share MY love."
Behind me I saw a woman. No coat- just a sweater and a hat. [Who am I to complain about being cold?] Her cheeks were red, hands frozen from the cold. People were pushing past us in each direction, all with places to be.
I said hello. Her voice was quiet, saddened. She asked for some help. She just needed something to eat.
Even still, I almost politely told her I wasn't able to help. Walk away, make my train and forget about the encounter. She would be alright, she probably didn't even want the money for food anyway.
How do I call myself Your follower? How pathetic I would miss this opportunity to serve You.
Instead I remembered the last five dollars I'd kept on hand in my bag for just in case something came up.
This is the something.
So we walked. Talked briefly about our hometown, the weather, our names. Her name was Sarah. And for four dollars and eighty-two cents, she ordered a slice of pizza. Her dinner. She smiled, thanking me over and over. I told her I was glad I was able to help, wished her well and went on my way. The encounter was brief, but she weighed heavily on my heart the rest of the evening.
I wish I had prayed with her. Instead, I prayed over her as I walked to my next train station.
Give her comfort and peace. Let her know You love her, Jesus. Thank you for giving me a chance.
God heard my plea to do better and He put an opportunity in front of me. To choose to take action-to take a step towards a change. Every single day it is my choice to love and to turn my saying into doing. For everyone in my life. From strangers to family and everyone in between.
It isn't easy and my heart isn't always willing at first, but I am so glad that the Lord doesn't give up on me. There are even times when I don't choose to show love. But He forgives, loving me still. He keeps prodding and guiding. And He doesn't make me to do it alone-He's there the whole time.
Feeling grateful for my warm home, with food in the cabinets. For jobs the Lord has provided my husband and I so he can finish school. For family. For my warm coat and mittens. For opportunities to serve others-hopefully showing them the amazing truth and hope of Jesus' love.