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~A Little Journey with God~ By Jessa
It was a cold December morning. The grey clouds covered the sun, and a cold chill ran up my spine from winter’s bite. I decided to stop at my favorite coffee shop to warm up. I had plans set for the morning; it would be another busy day…
When I was driving home, I saw a man and his dog sitting alone in the cold. My plans took a sudden halt. I observed the man from a distance taking note he had no food, was alone and sitting on a road with not even a sign. He had a duffle bag, an old bike, a beautiful dog and appeared to be homeless. It was nearing Christmas, and my heart broke with compassion.
I am never quick to get out of my car and talk to strangers, so I drove by and rolled down my window, giving the man three dollars that was sitting in my wallet.
“This is all I have,” I said.
He received it warmly and said with a big cheerful smile, “God Bless!”
As I drove away I began to think and pray… That is not really all I have.
What struck me was how thankful he looked when just three dollars were given. He was so grateful to receive so little.
I was thinking of his current situation, and was reminded of “God will supply all our needs according to his riches in Glory” (Philippians 4:19). How can I show this man that God is thinking about him today? I began to pray again asking the question: What does he need?”
Once I came home, it wasn’t hard to find what he might need. With compassion in my heart, I quickly made him a turkey sandwich, gathered some homemade chili, a muffin, some waters, protein bars, cough drops, and other various things.
I must tell you, my heart was getting filled with joy as I was preparing all this. I felt one with God’s heartbeat. I rummaged around my home to see what else I could give. I thought, “Perhaps a candy cane? It is Christmas soon, and here is a warm blanket we never use.” Lastly, I grabbed a Billy Graham devotional my husband and I already read through many times.
The only thing I did not have was dog biscuits. Right away, I felt a sense of inconvenience because I was going to start my workout right after coming home. I was thinking about what I wanted and needed to do that day. Would I have the time to give to the man and his dog?
I finally decided it was worth an extra 30 min out of my busy day. I was on a mission in the streets of Kalispell! Going to the store to get the dog biscuits, I prayed again and was reminded of the verse “For God so loved the world he gave His only begotten Son” (John 3:16). Father God gave us Jesus Christ, His perfect Son, and in response to the will of His Father, Jesus stretched His arms out on a cross and gave us everything He had that we may know Him and His heart… Thinking of it struck my core. Truly, in similar fashion, we are called to stretch out, to reach out and demonstrate the love of God to others in the most practical, simple ways that they too may know God loves them.
Praying that the man hadn’t left because it was about half an hour since I saw him last, and a bit nervous outside my comfort zone, I reiterated this verse to myself – “Truly I tell you, anyone who gives you a cup of water in my name because you belong to the Messiah will certainly not lose their reward” (Mark 9:41).
I thanked God when I saw the man was still there with his dog. My heart filled with compassion, I pulled up a second time and gave him everything I had prepared for him.
There are hardly words to describe the joy on the man’s face…He took the food for himself and his dog, and named everything out loud with laughter! Looking up to the sky, he smiled. When he saw the Billy Graham devotional, he thanked God right in front of me! Like a little child, he put the sage green blanket to his face while holding the basket of goodies close to his chest.
It was beautiful to witness. This is what it feels like to stretch out, and simply give.
I drove home deeply touched by what happened. Praise was upon my lips, for a spontaneous morning on the streets of my hometown.
I gave to that man, but he also gave to me.
What is the story you will tell when you see someone and you begin to pray?