Still out there where I belong...

Friday past we were getting done with church in the park service. One of the men approached me with a box of random food...a bag of white rice, a jar of peanut butter, etc. You get the picture.

They had all dug in and taken what they needed and now the box was being presented to me so that what was left didn't go to waste. I was asked to give it to whoever needed it.

I am humbled at the realization that Jesus is working hard in their lives. They don't know it but they are all about to be changed, transformed, made new.

Hearts open wide, ready to share their food and not hoard it they way they were doing a year ago.

How unworthy I feel among these precious people. I hope I can remember to be like them in my time of need...kind, generous, real.