“….Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.” Matthew 25:40
She held up a onsie with a bordered pink lace tutu.
Just darlin’ we chimed in.
Our pastor prayed over the mountainous piles of donated clothes,
“Lord, bless each person who comes to get what his family needs.”
A faithful church member gathered us in a holy huddle
Before we left to make home deliveries.
“Lord, bless each life these ladies touch.
Watch over them with Your faithful love.”
Dirty hands and sweaty t-shirt;
Her genuine smile captured my heart.
We handed her a bag of bleach, masks, and trash bags;
A bunch of snacks and a bottle of water.
Our energetic ministry leader embraced her,
whispering in her ear,
“God bless you, Sweet Child.”
Rows of turkey, ham or peanut butter and jelly sandwich lunch bags
For the cleaning crew.
My new found Sister-in-Jesus prayed over the lunches
As the crew entered the building.
“Lord, use these sack lunches to nourish
These precious brothers and sisters from out of town!
Thank you for bringing them here to help us!
Retired from teaching but always a teacher,
She learns an abandoned school building is now home to the flooded school.
She was led to the new supply room to organize by Monday when school starts.
While sorting and shelving donations, she prayed;
“Lord, bless these wonderful teachers in this their new dwelling for the year.
Bless the children who now have a dry safe place to learn.”
My mentor friend and her husband mucked out homes til she was about to drop.
Sweet single moms served hot meals to displaced families.
My friend had family emergencies.
My mother, stuck in her second floor
apartment, hemmed in by flood waters, felt
useless. Until she prayed.
A onsie or a word;
A meal or a prayer;
Manning the lunch table or driving a delivery truck;
All are needed;
All in the name of Jesus.