The holidays are upon us, friends. Cheers!
Most everyone is looking forward to visiting family, watching football, playing games, eating unreasonable amounts of food and lounging in clean clothes on comfy couches in warm and cozy homes. I mean, let’s be honest. I know I am!
Yet, a week ago, my husband shared a story with me and it has been stuck to the back of my eyeballs every since. I cannot get it out of my head…
We hear the stories. We see the ads. We share the viral posts and we even weigh-in with our privileged opinions and ideas. Guilty. Even as I type, I have yet to make an attempt to even put a dent, a mere scratch on the surface, in the enormous issue of homelessness and poverty in the very city I live in. It’s about changing your mindset. Sending the non-perishables that you haven’t used to the food drive so your kid can win a pizza party for his classroom hardly qualifies. What about the food you left in your pantry for your family? What if you put THAT FOOD in the bag and YOU kept the cans you donated? Change your mindset. Cleaning out your child’s closet and bagging up their hand-me-downs to send to Goodwill doesn’t do it either. How about the latest Nikes you’re eyeing for your 15 year old? What if you bought and gave those to a needy teenager instead of your own? Change your mindset.
This is my point.
Just because we think we have good hearts and we want to help doesn’t mean we’re doing it. Do you have the heart of a servant?
LET WHAT YOU DO SPEAK SO LOUD THAT PEOPLE CANNOT HEAR WHAT YOU SAY.
In my husband’s place of employment, his soul is thoroughly soaked in perspective daily. His eyes see the impoverished. His ears hear their stories. His heart breaks for the people parking their grocery carts in front of the building he works in. His mouth speaks prayer over the lives he is surrounded by. His hands do the work that we are so thankful for. His mind is exhausted with thoughts of humility.
Amongst the chaos and gloom in the air, he recently overheard a conversation between a mother and daughter on a $1 cell phone that he had just provided. The mother excitedly told her daughter that, “God is so good! I found panties that fit at the yard sale!” She then went on to tell her how they could use the money she saved… on food.
Let that sink in for just a moment.
While you’re feeling sorry for her/them, I’ll be over here reflecting on her grateful heart.
Can you even fathom the thought of being that excited that you could feed yourself because you saved money by finding underwear that someone else had worn? Can you imagine the amount of money she saved? Can you imagine the state of her current undergarments?
Change your mindset.