What we do with what we have been given?

Today Zach and I spent the day in old Sacramento with his 1st grade class on a field trip. We enjoyed an hour long trip on the delta, and a train ride that took us on the route from Sac. and learned about how the train changes tracks to get from the back to the front. I had 2 other boys in our group and it was exahausting at times as I was not used to little boys who wonder off into their own world, and yet I realized that, that is how they are. And when I got frustrated, I reminded myself that they are not Zach, and they need encouragement, and love to learn to follow the rules that have been set before them. Needless to say it was a really great day. We left the group before they boarded the bus for the ride home as I drove my car down. As Zach and I were walking back to the parking garage, there was a man sitting on the side of the walkway with a sign that read" please if you could help in any way". I have to be honest, I thought... should I help him? or is he another one of those who could get work, but chose "not too". And then I realized that was not up to me, and I prayed in my heart that the Lord would help this man. And then out of the mouth of babes, Zach says" mom, I sure wish we could help him?, as we walked across the street, we sat on a bench and pulled out everything we had left over from lunch, including a water bottle that could be refilled. Zach took all the many baggies and water bottle in toe, and headed back across the street. As I sat from a distance, I say this little man walk so proudly across the street, kneel down beside this man and give him what he had. And stand up and walk back, hands in his pockets, with that deep thinking look that he gets on his face when He is taking to heart what he has just witnessed. As he approached me, he said, "wow mom, I feel so good! I mean like this really good feeling inside of me that I have never felt before, and I reminded him that he obeyed the voice of the Lord and it is the Holy Spirit that you since. As we arrived at the car and got inside he shared with me again how he was feeling. And that he really felt like crying. I said, "that is ok son, cry." would you like to pray? He answers, yes. And with tears of sorrow and joy I heard the heart of a little boy, who God had spared from the way of abortion, and placed in our lives. A little boy I call "son". I can and will only give all praise and glory to Him who has called this little man to serve Him.

I only can pray that as the spirit grows in him, I will learn lots more from being a part of this little boy's life.

Matthew 25: 35-40

May we each take the time while we are out and about to "see" as the Lord sees. Each and everyone is a creation by God and were created with a purpose. May we each give a hand or a word of encouragement to those we see.

Everyday is a lesson I learn through the eyes of my son.