Monday, September 28, 2009 - Glitter
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I happen to be at the food pantry out at Gospel Outreach this morning… it is always interesting. I try to be a light here too, even though I am in this place taking and not serving the poor. I’m not a pantry volunteer. I’m one of those reaching for the hands of Jesus through the hands of those who are helping distribute food this morning. I feel some guilt about that, though maybe I should not. I can be a blessing to others anywhere I go. Please don’t feel sorry for me. I am taken care of by the Master’s hand. I’ve been here three times. Some times there is more month left than there is money, or some calamity befalls us. It doesn’t matter how I got here. I am being taken care of. The people are sometimes rough, and loud, obnoxious and rude. I arrived earlier than I did the last time I was here- my husband and children waiting in the truck, while I wait in line. There is really not much room in there. So I, being the smaller adult, am the right choice. I feel secure knowing that my husband is parked out there and others can and have seen his hulking 6 foot 9 inch frame.
Waiting in the cold some items get passed down the line to those who will not yet fit inside the tiny room lined with chairs. It’s wall to wall people in there and no matter where you stand you are in the way, or at least it feels like you are. Outside I pass up opportunities to get more food, trusting that God will meet my needs as he always has in OH SO MANY WAYS! There are people shoving, complaining and grabbing food. Some are taking more than their fair share, or so it seems, but I don’t really know. There were apples- fresh and crisp, some with the leaves still clinging to them. It makes me remember how much I love this time of year. I take a tiny apple and hide it in my pocket, praising God who brings forth fruit from the trees in season for us to enjoy. I have 9 more apples in my laundry basket, but that one little pretty blushing apple? It’s my happy thought. I see more people shoving and grabbing. I smell the tangy sweet aroma of my apple, and smile. I hear people getting loud... and I sniff my apple, and just enjoy feeling alive on this day that the Lord has made. I want to share His light and this Joy. I begin to pray and the tiny room I have finally squeezed into becomes a sanctuary of praise. I ask God for all his children to shine their lights in this place and make it a place of blessing instead of cursing. A tranquil place where His work will be done in the hearts of those around me. I smile, stand back and watch Him at work. People start saying please and thank you and excuse me. One lady gives her bag to a lady who had her bags stolen during the rough time earlier. People start talking about their stories and it ’s NOT the kind of talk where one person tries to top another’s sorrows… it ’s just sharing. One woman is teaching a few words in Spanish to the people around her while an older woman amuses a little girl she just met. Several people are telling jokes and laughing good-naturedly together. People help each other take the goods to their cars, or help them down the treacherous concrete steps. One particularly outspoken young man had entertained some friends of his with put downs outside. But his whole attitude changed in an instant. He and his companion begin singing gospel songs. Beautiful , soulful, rich voices, they have. Others are humming and clapping or stomping along. I do too. I don’t recognize many of the songs, and I really wish I could join in with full voice. Oh but it is a great time, dissolving into conversations about church. Here we all are- like a pinch of glitter thrown down on the concrete, reflecting the King’s glory. It’s just like magic- but it’s for REAL. We are different colors and levels of education, from different places, with different ages and abilities, all shining the light… and it goes viral. It spreads to every face, and can be heard in the pleasant “Have a nice day” as I walk out the door.
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Well, I'm a Mom, a Medical Assistant, a knitter, kite flyer, nature lover...Around here we have special needs, ( Asperger's, ADHD, Bi-polar) a few animal pals, some tattoos and a homeschool. It's our 6th year. This is my 16th year of marriage to a Mr. Visionary who happens to be a walking miracle.
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