Ripples in the pond

Each day is a new beginning. Each word spoken can change a life. Each action can affect the lives of many. Each opportunity for kindness should be grasped and exhausted. We have the power to change the world. 

I often view myself as a tiny speck in life. Mostly I think that's true. The world is vast and diverse. And I don't even know if I'm noticed. Sometimes that's a good thing. 

When I was in my early twenties my Grandma Bell told me that when she was younger she prayed everyday that she would be a blessing. Her life was a true testament of Christian love. And pure kindness. No one left her home hungry, cold, or feeling unloved. She was my blessing and savior. When she left this earth a piece of my soul went with her. The lessons she taught me are too numerous to mention but are evident in my everyday life. 

I'm a succer for people. I have a very soft heart and a sensitive personality. I forgive too easily at times. And can be naive to what people really are. But I love to give. I love to care. I love to love. 

I met a woman a few months ago. She was in a terrible place in life. Addicted. Lost. Afraid. I've seen the power of addiction in others and the destruction it causes. I believe it's a life long battle but it can be won. I've seen that too. I can be very judgemental, especially of mothers who choose drugs over their children. I'm not sure what made me full of compassion for this woman, but I felt the overwhelming need to offer her support. 

As we talked about life and the choices we make I knew she needed prayer. I asked if I could pray over her. Even if she'd said no I'd have found a place to pray and lay her at the Lord's feet. I prayed for that woman. I told her she was better than the situation she was in and she could change it. I never saw her again. She never came back. I've thought of her often wondering where life had taken her. 

Today I ran into her and I didn't recognize her. She stopped in passing and said, "Excuse me. Do you remember me? You prayed for me." I was blown away. I can't even describe the emotion that filled me. She's clean, happy, working, and attending church. She told me that she hoped she'd see me again some day to say thank you. And that she knew God could do anything. 

I am filled with so much joy for her. I am shocked that my simple prayer held so much meaning for her. I didn't do anything. I know that praying for her was at God's leading. I am constantly amazed at the little ways He works. I may never see her again, but her life touched mine. I'm so humbled to have been used in her life. 

I, like my grandma, hope I'm a blessing. I hope no one ever leaves my company hungry, cold, or feeling unloved. I pray that I use the opportunities God gives me. And I hope I never become prideful in my abilities. 

Be kind. Be compassionate. Love one another. You never know when one simple act will help change a person's life.