An overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally deficient and the blue eyed man was his salvation. I held my tears... as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss", because that was all they could afford (to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something...they just wanted to be warm).
Then I really felt it. The compulsion was so great, I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me. Judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."
I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you, God is here working through me to give you hope." I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.
When I sat down, my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me honey... to give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time we knew that only because of the Grace were we able to give. We are not church goers but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it... then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?" I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.
She began to read and that is when I knew that we, as human beings (part of
God), share this need to heal. In my own way I had touched the people at
McDonalds, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the
classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with
one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn... be kind to ALL... after
all... we are here to learn! Much love and compassion sent to each and every
person who may read this. Learn how to Love People and use Things. NOT Love
things and Use people. "Laughing is good for the soul"
The Universal Rx is.............. The Hug
Thanks Kay Graves, in Texas, for passing this devotional on.
"Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." Matthew 25:40