When was the last time you….
gave someone encouraging words and actually meant it?
Someone once told me that people can tell if you’re sincere or not. Since I work in a rehab setting, where productivity and minutes matter, I’d often finish with a patient, tell them to have a good day, and leave. After hearing that, I decided to look them in the eye and mean it. The results are self explanatory.
distinguished yourself from everyone else?
Our pastor recently gave us some excerpts from a book he read. He summarized that a large scale study found that Christians were only more likely to give to a religious organization than other individuals. They were just as likely to lie, steal, or cheat on their spouses.
We segue-wayed into our church mission statement, “Build a community, to reach a community.” This really got my husband and I thinking. If Jesus & our church calls us to pray, give, serve, and participate in order to build a community, we are failing. I’ve always said I don’t like kids. I want my own, but I don’t want to volunteer in the nursery. A year or so earlier, I’d read “The Purpose Driven Life” and was left feeling even more confused. However, this time, we had some ideas. We immediately gave some money to a couple that had unforeseen medical bills. It wasn’t a grand total. We actually had felt convicted to give it several months prior, but we pushed it aside with excuses, “We just had a baby”, “I’m on maternity leave and not making an income”…
Next, I donated breast milk to a woman that cannot produce enough on her own.
Lastly, my husband just decided that we should sell our car (AKA give via an extremely low exchange of money) to a woman we are only acquainted to who is recovering her life.
I don’t have a fun story for you here where I did, “the right thing”.
I saw a comment today on a news thread. The story had nothing to do with a comment that said something to the extent of, Crazy Republicans always full of hate. I was taken aback because the story was about some teens getting kicked out of a school dance. Nothing political.
That’s all. Short, so that hopefully I can publish before boy-boy wakes up.