“Then they themselves also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not take care of You?’” Matthew 25:44
My words, Facebook posts and comments were filled with fear, bitterness, frustration and anger. Day by day, the darkness grew. Slowly many friends disengaged, not sure what to say or how to respond. I was removed from their “friend lists”. Time had moved on in their lives, they didn’t want to hear it anymore.
Lectures were made to me about how I didn’t trust God and how life wasn’t about me. They stung, but deepened my resentment, because I spent my days searching the scriptures and crying out to Jesus looking for answers, healing and resolution.
Then one day, a friend called and asked if she could bring me communion and pray with me. A couple of days later she showed up with saltine crackers, grape juice, and a heart filled with hope and grace. There was no judgement. She carried only encouragement and stories of redemption. She shared only truth in love, smiled as she listened while holding my hand as I cried, and prayed for healing.
A couple of cards came in the mail and a care package from ladies I had once been with in a Sunday school class. Even some encouragement from a cousin through a Facebook post.
It’s amazing to me how simple actions translate into love.
A phone call, a loaf of bread, and a letter dropped in the mailbox carry tremendous joy to a receiver who is discouraged, battling terminal illness or struggling through suffering.
Last year a friend shared her story with me of her failing health. Instead of sorrow it held abounding courage filled with gratitude and grace. Hope flowered in my heart. Hope that I too would be able to share encouragement with someone sometime, even though the battle was being fought.
And then…one day I did! And a giddy grace giggled forth from my spirit.
All because some brave souls took the time to show me how. I’m so thankful they did!
It’s just simple actions. Like, listening to the lonely elderly lady in the grocery store, praying with the woman who walked into the shop where I was volunteering after being beat up by her boyfriend, and giving a few dollars for groceries to a family going through difficult times.
Simple actions of love.