I gave more than blood! 

Good morning!  It was early that day, and even the sun hadn’t come up to shine, so the day’s routine involved getting out of the house at an earlier hour than normal.  I had an appointment to rendezvous with the people who draw blood!   Yep, our local medical laboratory. That ordinary procedure developed a life of its own this day.   I hope like me, you are discovering that what we often refer to as the “ordinary events” of life can sometimes spring into unexpected joys.   When we belong to the Lord, hopefully we rest in the realization of truth that:

“A person’s steps are directed by the Lord.  How then can we understand their own way?”  Proverbs 20:4

His ways lead to His purpose, and many times we will never understand the path before us.  

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the Lord.”  Isaiah 55:8

So when you and I feel lost or can’t see a way forward, this verse can bring an unexplained deep peace:  but it’s a peace from God, and not from the world in which we live and move around.

We’re still living with COVID restrictions and we are in the self-isolation mode, so when I venture out, I need to adorn my face with a blue mask.  Honestly, this morning that would be a marked improvement to my appearance.   As an aside, what makes this “mask-wearing protocol” so sad, is that you can’t tell if someone is frowning or smiling.   However, after looking into the mirror, I have discovered that if you put on a really enthusiastic smile, your eyes kind of enlarge and light up.  At least that’s my story and I’m sticking with it. 

Having a shower and dressing for this appointment was quite simple.    All I had to do was just show up and stand in line, of course six feet (2 metre’s) from the person in front of me.  I was there promptly at 8:00 am when the doors to the Lab opened for business.

A lab attendant hurried out the door with his clipboard and pen and proceeded to ask all the COVID questions necessary to allow anyone to enter the facility.

I was ready with my “all no’s” to their questions.   The lineup wasn’t a lengthy one, and so within 10 minutes I was hunkered down inside the facility waiting for my turn to be sequestered to a chair, ready for the “ready, aim and fire” by the gal with the needle.

Yes, the personnel are very clever in how they try to trick you and disguise what’s going to happen next.  To distract you, they begin to ask you questions, like:  what’s your name, date of birth, and then like a tourniquet they strap up your arm.

I really don’t mind needles, just so long as they’re going into someone else’s arm.   Evidence that cowardice was in my profile began to emerge and so I looked away while she did her “little prick” as they call it.  This gal’s “administration of the needle” wasn’t bad:  but I’ve had some in the past that when they inform you that you’re about to receive the prick, you never feel it.  Now that’s what I call a “good day” and an “excellent poke.”

All went well and I was glad that….it was over.   As I was about to leave, the people at the front desk told me that I could obtain the lab results by looking on line.  They gave me the website and the instructions (which seems a little blurry to me); but they were very pleasant, and being no need to hang around, off I went. 

We don’t live far from this lab, so I was home in ten minutes.  After being home for a while I began thinking about the lab staff’s kindness; and with the COVID protocol and restrictions they have to deal with together with the lack of patience and complaints of some people, the thought arose in my mind that a letter of thankfulness might be nice.

But, I was home now and I wanted to relax.   Well, you can imagine Who would not allow me to unwind just yet.  Before long I found myself drawn to my computer; and before I knew what hit me, I was writing a “letter of appreciation” to the Lab personnel.  It only took me a few minutes to strike the keys on the keyboard so that hopefully 15 or so people at the lab could have a better day at the office after receiving my note.

So, off I went to deliver my expression of “gratitude.”   I soon found myself about to stand in the lineup for a second time that morning, a line which had grown considerably since I was there earlier.  The man who was interviewing each patient saw me approach the line and I felt I should let him know that I wasn’t in line again; but that I just wanted to give the lab staff this “letter” from me. 

I was startled when he asked me to “stay right where I was.”  I remained in position and he quickly left me and all the others as he rushed inside, my letter in hand.  He returned moments later with an unusual look on his face.  As he came close, as close as he could without violating the distancing rule, he said these words.

“We have never, ever received a letter like that.  I’ve just read it and it’s now being circulated around to all the staff.”

The countenance on his face was such that I thought he was about to break into tears.  I told him that in a season like this with all that we’re going through, I felt they all needed to know that what they were doing was really important, and I appreciated it very much.   It was a “well-deserved letter of gratitude.”

Off he went, reminiscent of a school boy with a new candy bar.  I can honestly say, I felt the Lord’s pleasure in my own heart all the way home.

As I reflected about my “ordinary way” in my visit to the medical lab, thoughts came to me of the many ways God has provided for me, through others, and I never took advantage of the “practical way” I could express “thanks” to them.  Oh how we need to have the lense of our eyes cleared so we can see others like God sees them.

Proverbs 11:25 “A generous soul will prosper, and he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed.”

I felt joy way down to my feet.  I’m learning to carry a few blank cards of stationery with me when having access to doctors, dentists, or the general public serving me.   They need to know that what they do and how they do it is “important.”

And best of all, you won’t even need a stamp if it’s your personal delivery.

WHO MIGHT YOU WANT TO ENCOURAGE on your next “ordinary outing?”  Go ahead, make someone’s day…..with your words of kindness and appreciation.  Be the love of Jesus, the Savior, to them.  They might just find Him for themselves.

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Haven’t we all used the phrase, I was minding my own business when……?

We lived in a large, metropolitan city in California for a time.  We were living in a condo that was at street level.  From there we saw all kinds of people from around the world pass by our little patio.   Some presumably had homes, but many we knew were homeless.

My body needs to have a walk every day.  At the time of this encounter we had only one car.     So, two or three times a day I would meander down the street a few blocks, and walk our dogs in the local park and around the city.

This day, I had just headed out our patio area and down the block to our mailbox, then onto the park for a casual stroll.  After I had cleared our mail box, I felt a strange feeling come over me.  It was as though I was being watched.    I was on a busy intersection at the time, so I wasn’t particularly concerned, but in turning around I saw an older man just standing there on the corner of the street and looking around.  

He seemed lost and attempting to get his bearings as to where he was.    It’s not my custom to talk to male strangers on the street, but a compelling interest in him came over me.  I took the plunge and said something like “Hello, are you looking for someone?”   He said no, but that he wasn’t sure where he was.   I had asked if he was new around this area as I hadn’t seen him before.  

Apparently that struck a chord in his mind.   Yes, he was very new to the area, and said he lived close by with his son.   To find out later, he was just across the street from where he was living when we had this brief encounter.

It was obvious that he needed someone to come along side and bring some direction as to where he was going or to where he needed to return.

There was a gentleness and sweetness about him that was magnetic.   I was on my way to the park and so I asked if he would enjoy taking a 20 minute walk with me.  He happily agreed and assured him that I would walk him home as well.   I learned he was 81 years young and he was just a delight.

I introduced him to what I thought was a new area to him, just two blocks from his apartment, but he firmly maintained that he had been to that park before. 

We strolled together with my two little dogs and proceeded back home.   We only had to cross the street once, where there were train tracks, trolley tracks and a traffic light.   It was a very busy and often congested intersection of the city.    To my amazement, he began crossing the street at the WRONG time, and against the light at the crosswalk.

It was at this point that I sensed I had encountered this man through God’s special purpose.  He was lost….in a number of ways…..and I’m thrilled that my presence was there to ‘find him.’   This situation at the lights confirmed the fact that this man was at a loss to know what to do at an intersection.  

We finally arrived at the front door of his apartment building.   This dear man had trouble with his apartment FOB because he had to swipe it in one area, and then proceed to the door before too much time elapsed so he could enter.   This was a struggle for him.    This became my first, of many, hands-on-instructions.

You won’t believe it…..but his apartment building was directly opposite to where my husband and I were living.

My heart went out to this man and I knew instinctively that this wouldn’t be my last interaction with him.   Before he successfully entered his apartment building, he inquired if I’d be out walking in the afternoon.   Well you can just about guess what happened.

I told him where I would meet him, not knowing if he would remember.  But no, he was right on time and at the right location.  We met just outside our little patio gate.    I went around to exit our building from a different spot to be safe, as I wasn’t sure if he should be aware of where I lived.

Goodness, a walk in the park is getting complicated, but God knew what He was up to in this man’s life and in mine as well.

I won’t embellish this true story, but every day, and twice a day we met outside our condo and walked.   Each time we walked, I found myself in “traffic class” with him showing him over and over and over what to look for on the crossing light and when to cross the street.   We even covered the stop, look and listen instructions.  

He was a marvelous student, and we’d review the instructions every time we came to any set of traffic lights.    He was quite proud of himself in all that he was comprehending at his personalized traffic school.

It wasn’t until I arrived home in our little condo that I realized I was invited by the Lord into this man’s life to provide much needed practical assistance.

After a few days of walking, I could sense his growing dependence upon me.   Inquiring minds need to know things that are helpful.  By now I have his cell phone number and the name of his son that he lives with.   He was generous and open with the information, and I was very grateful.  

As I thought about this new situation, it was certainly obvious to me that I needed to be in contact with his son.  In the event I was a topic of conversation between he and his son, I felt strongly that his son needed to meet me and be aware of our daily rendezvous at the park and why.    

In reading this, you can begin to see my plight.   I wanted to be of help, but I wanted him, and especially his son to know that I was happily married, and just a companion walker with his dad and for his dad.   Oh my, I so needed to set the stage so there were be no complications.

I phoned his son and introduced myself to him.   He had already heard a lot about me from his Dad.    Due to his mental capacities, I just wasn’t sure what was conveyed to this man’s son.   I explained how I met his Dad and what our daily routine was and why.   His son was very understanding and accommodating and agreed to meet me for a personal introduction on my patio.

The introduction went well, and he was fully aware and sensitive to where I was coming from.   I felt more comfortable now walking with his Dad, knowing about the details of his dad’s dementia.

Meeting with the son wasn’t my only agenda as I needed my husband to know the purpose of my new little friendship.  It was like a father-and-daughter walk.

To hear from this older man’s son, he was delighted to know that someone was walking and instructing his dad on the traffic patterns and about new places to walk and explore.

One particular day, in our walk together at the closest park, he shared with me about being separated from his dear wife.   She lived with their daughter on the other side of the United States and he was now living with his son.  They both needed care from their families, but it brought a new dimension to their marriage and they needed to be separated for a season.

Slowly my new friend began to trust me and open up about his life.  To make a long story short, I had the joy of introducing him to Jesus Christ and why He died for him.     I’ll never forget the moment, after sharing the gospel with him through many stories and illustrations, when I asked if he wanted to invite Jesus Christ into his life.

To my surprise and delight he said, “Yes.”   So right there sitting on a park bench, I led him in a prayer.  Ten minutes later, he didn’t remember it………………………..but……………….God takes us just as we are (in every way).    He may not have remembered what He said to God, but God remembered his conversation with Him. ….and that’s all that matters.

We enjoyed many months of walking together, having a sack lunch now and then sitting at park benches, with my two little dogs.

Then the sad day came when we moved to another State.   But the day before we moved, his wife had died.    On our last day together, he shared his sorrow with me.  My tender encounters with this man had ended, and needless-to-say, I will never know why God moved me away.   God knew best. 

After we moved away, I continued to phone him often so he would not be alone in his grief.   I wanted him to know that I was walking with him, but just at a distance.

God in his grace and love, and through the dementia, he was able to forget his pain and remember his wife, the love of his life, with fond memories.    Not too long ago I phoned him and he did not remember me.   But that’s not important…..because I will forever remember him.

GOD LOVES US AND TAKES US JUST AS WE ARE….WHEREVER WE ARE.   May we never forget that.

It’s thrilling to me that God can take our ‘efforts in the ordinary’ and create them to be extraordinary….for His purposes.

At various times of the year, God has called my husband to an overseas assignment.  For me, I was called to a more ‘local operation,’ only three blocks from our downtown condo.   I love that God delights in the ‘simple details’ of our lives.  That’s where it’s not only ‘ordinary,’ but exciting as well.    I say that, because somehow our Father carries out His plans right ‘in those details.’  We never know “where or how” He will work and carry us to places to fulfill His plan in the “lives of others.” 

When God parked us downtown to live in a condo, we had only one car.   So if I wanted to go out shopping or for a walk, it was going to be on the #11 bus (my legs).

I’m painting you a picture here for a reason.   We were “new again” in a new town, where I knew no one.   I’m a people-person, and with no transportation, I’m thinking, God, You’re aware of all this.  Now how do I meet and make new friends when I have no car?

One morning I was desperate for some kind of interaction with people, so I decided to get out and go for a walk.  I didn’t want to venture too far, just a few blocks and back again until I learned the lay of the land.  In other places we’ve lived, my focus on meeting my neighbors was to bake cookies or cake and share whatever I made with them.  People always seem to open their door to food. 

Now, I’m hitting the streets looking for people to just say “hello to” and hope for future conversations and possible friendships.  I’m thinking that this is highly unlikely as who’s going to make friends with strangers on the street???  But that’s without taking “God into account.”

On my walk, I would see and make eye contact regularly with about nine people every morning and afternoon.  Some were street vendors, artists, fortune tellers, jewelry designers, a man who balances rocks (very clever), a guy who enjoys alcohol….a lot, and one woman with a bag open soliciting donations for food.

After my first few excursions, I wrongly assumed that there wasn’t anyone with whom I had anything in common.  Each morning as I walked our two little dogs, I would take the same route every time.  I’m seeing the same kaleidoscope of faces, and by week number three, I had their ‘locations memorized.’  They now know that I too am a ‘regular.’  Even the dogs got to recognize our regular acquaintances and when to stop.  By now we’re all comfortable with our hellos to each other.

About six weeks into this (still desperate for a friendship of some kind)…God gives me the idea of baking banana bread and sharing it through the week with these nine people.  Some of them were easy to share with.  Others I just kept at a smile’s distance away for a while, and for wise reasons.  On the street I learned, you ‘earn trust and rapport.’

One morning, as I was approaching this woman, who waves and says hello to everyone that walks past her, I received a ‘heart nudge’ from the Lord to share a piece of banana bread with her and ask her name.  I would always avoid looking at her when I walked by.  Oh how awful of me!   I would never have thought I was prejudiced, but the Lord pointed out graphically that my body posture told another story.

The following morning I took several pieces of banana bread that I had in our freezer, and placed them in a bag to distribute to others….but according to my agenda, this woman wasn’t to be one of the recipients.   I felt fearful.  She was friendly to others, so it wasn’t because she was fearsome to be around.  Quite honestly, it was because she was different and I hesitated to have eye contact.  I’m so ashamed to admit that, but it was the truth.

Don’t you just hate it sometimes when the Lord tells you the truth about your inner attitude, perspective and behavior!

I certainly wasn’t “on board with the Lord” about this.  But as my heart beat faster, I approached this woman and asked if “she would accept a piece of homemade banana bread” from me?  Her warm smile and instant yes put me at ease.  Then I asked what her name was.  When she told me, immediately something transpired within my heart!   I no longer felt hesitant in her presence, but was overcome with the endearing compassion for her.

This “first encounter of obedience with her” I will never forget.  On the way home, God seemed to quietly whisper to my heart, ”Thanks for sharing your banana bread with Me!!”

Within weeks, this woman whom I had ignored for some time, agreed to go to church with my husband and I every Sunday.   She told me where she lived (above a tavern in the downtown area), and we agreed on a time that we would come by and pick her up.  This went on for almost two years.   

She’s a little over 6 feet tall, and I’m just 5’ 2,” and when we first walked into the church, we had a coliseum of eyes upon us.   I can honestly say that my general features and appearance wouldn’t attract a crowd even on a good day.   But when my new friend and I walked through the patio toward the entrance of the church, we felt several pairs of eyes descend upon us.   My friend walks with a limp and so we were arm-in-arm as we approached the church entrance of the church.  

That first Sunday, I felt a little awkward.    I need to add that it was because of her extremely casual dress,  that I chose to dress  “down” a bit, as I wanted to be sensitive to how she may feel, because I knew she would notice that everyone else probably dressed a little nicer than she.  

I was disappointed that the man greeting at the door didn’t seem to be as friendly to us as he was to the other people coming through the doors.   He did however shake our hands, but that was about it.

I’m thrilled to say that after about four weeks of our attending this church, he began to smile at us and greet us both more warmly (if you know what I mean).   One Sunday soon after that, while my friend was seated in the sanctuary, I went back out to the door and shared with the gentleman how I met my new friend, and to tell him why she was coming.   This is important for you to know….as things began to change.

The following week the Lord prompted me to take my friend to a Walmart and flood the cart with some new clothes for her.   New shoes, tops and slacks, and a pair of earrings.   I knew she must have felt a little awkward by her dress, and I thought it was important that she be able to relax as she acclimated to her new surroundings……a church!

About this time I was introducing not only myself to all the strangers around where we’d sit each week, but I was happy also to introduce my new “city friend” to others as well.  Each week the people that we sat around began to greet and be especially friendly to my new found friend.

Slowly the greeters at the door began to smile at her too and even give her hugs.   I wonder if they ever realized that God was hugging this woman “through their arms.”  

As time went along, she felt so loved and accepted, just like it’s supposed to happen when believers are together.   Remember Jesus takes all of us, just as we are!

James 2:2-3    “Suppose a man or woman comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man or woman in shabby clothes also comes in.  If you show special attention to the man wearing fine clothes and say, “Here’s a good seat for you,” but say to the poor man, “You stand there” or “Sit on the floor by my feet,” have you not discriminated among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?”

The following week after our shopping spree, I picked her up for church.   A nice-looking and well-dressed young woman, but really tall, approached our car.   IT WAS HER!!!    She looked stunning.  I couldn’t believe the change.   She even carried herself smartly.  I think she grew an inch in height being so proud of her new and fresh appearance.

Then it happened, I felt as though I was going to be overcome with tears of emotion.   Instantly the Lord presented a “sermon of His heart” to me as she was approaching the car.   So now would be a good time for me to include for you, God’s little epistle to me that morning

He didn’t need to address me by name, I “knew” who He was talking to……me.   He unraveled the truth that this is what He did for me when I first gave my life to Christ.  He dressed me in new clothes….His righteousness.   And that this new inner nature that He gifted me with, would be more attractive than the exhibit of how I used to be; and now, this new nature would draw others to His presence within me.

What a difference Christ makes when we’re “dressed in Him” and “by Him.”   Our new wardrobe draws others to Him (or at least that’s how it’s supposed to be).    

I never wanted to openly display my emotions, but she was delighted that I noticed and expressed how pretty she looked.

Now, let me share the exciting part.   By this fifth week, the greeter at the door now began to give us both a hug.  Yes, I said hug.   That’s when a person puts both arms around you and makes you feel welcomed and loved.  (l Peter 2:17 in action!)

After about six weeks, the “steady glances” we received when we arrived at church stopped, and a few genuine smiles began to appear.  Why, one would have thought that we had been attending that church for years!  One woman who sat close by even brought new clothes for my friend as well.   And then at Christmas, she wrapped some money in a Christmas card for my friend too. 

I’m continuing to believe that LOVE IS MORE CAUGHT THAN TAUGHT.   Some people even came up to say hello to us from where they were sitting.

It was such a thrill to see God in action…..right there in church!!!!  My friend will never forget those experiences of God’s love toward her.

Then after church, before I’d take her home, we would go to McDonalds drive-through for a couple of dollar chicken sandwiches.   Gosh, that sounds good to me right now.

That next two years of walking the streets brought me to a point of having a “clearer vision” and a “warmer heart” for these nine new friends.  For you see, God wanted me to begin the learning process of seeing people with His eyes, and with His heart.   You know we can see things with our eyes….but we don’t always see with our heart.

I could share for hours, but I want to talk about a few others in this “street story.”

The most difficult relationship for me was the man who enjoyed his alcohol….on a much too regular basis.  He would sit slumped over or be asleep on the sidewalk.  For months, I’d not only look away, but I would walk as far away from him as possible.  

You can probably guess the next lesson the Lord had in mind for me to learn.  God was now extending my refreshment selection to include him as well.  It took about four months of giving “banana bread” on a daily basis to him, before he’d even say any more than a quiet “thanks.”  

Another few months passed, and I slipped him a letter along with his banana bread.  This was my story of how I came to realize I needed Christ.  The next day he told me that he kept my letter. 

Another few weeks passed and he announced, “Tomorrow is my birthday.”    What a breakthrough.  He finally felt “safe enough” with me to expose a window into his heart, a heart that was hurting and needed a loving touch.   

We had friends who came to visit us at our place at the time, and when we all went out walking one day, I shared with them about my new friend and that the following day he was having a birthday.   We all thought it was a good idea that we take a “birthday party to him.”

I asked our friends if they would like to come along for my daily walk, and gladly they were thrilled to be invited on the journey.   That morning we gathered some banana bread, and wrapped some new underwear and socks (from my husband’s drawer at home) and a nice card.   

Over to the park we travelled to surprise our friend.   If I remember correctly we approached him that morning all singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY.   He smiled from ear to ear.   We presented the gift, goodies and card and he was clearly delighted.   After some conversation and introduction to our visiting friends, we turned to walk away, when I noticed one of our friends slipping him another “gift.”   It was a “green folded gift.”   How loving was that….and oh so needed.

This “come-as-you-are-party” was his “last birthday on earth.”

Months later, due to illness, he was taken off the streets and placed in a safe home.  I’ve been told by another woman, who gives toiletries to the people in this area that she worked to get him into a group home setting for his care.  She kept in close contact with him and shared with me that he was changing and, that he had become a Christian.  

This guy had been rejected by his family and so many others all his life.   I couldn’t see my new friend any more, but phoned him through the week and sent hello cards to him.  He wasn’t rejected by God, but as a prodigal, was welcomed home.  God is “more than amazing.”

I remember my last conversation with him that took place by phone one evening, and the next day the Lord took him home to a brand new place…..a place in heaven prepared just for him.

Another opportunity I must share about is an episode with Ravi (the man who balances rocks).   It was Christmas Day and he was building his arrangement with rocks for the many onlookers.  Dozens of people were gathered around him.  I came over to smile and wave and to introduce him to my husband.  

When he saw me, he stopped his entertainment and came over to talk to me.  I knew from his countenance, something was terribly wrong.   He blurted out….”My Dad died this morning.”   Crowd or no crowd, this man needed a hug.   Right then and there I took hold of his hands and began to pray for him.   We both ignored his captivated audience and turned our hearts heavenward.  That day our friendship was sealed that day.

Later I brought over a plate of turkey and all the trimmings for his dinner as he was working all day and just had a sandwich in his bag.  It was Christmas Day!

God is showing me, through these people, these new friends, “new graces of outreach.”   I’m loving the lessons, and even though I’m a slow learner, at least I’m in the class.

When we first moved into this city, it was about seven weeks before Christmas and we knew no one.  I was lonely and feeling a little depressed and so I really wasn’t up to an “outreach to anyone.  But I knew God blesses our efforts…and I needed to just “make an effort for God to bless.”

I had made some shortbread (see I don’t always make banana bread like some of you are thinking), and I thought I’d share a little with one or two neighbors in our condo building.

It’s now Christmas Eve and we were heading home from a church service.  My husband dropped me off at the front door area and drove around and into the parking garage.  It took a little time to fiddle around with my keys and open the gate, before I could get into the front door.

By the time I was opening the door to go inside, I hear my husband announcing…..”We’ve got company!”  That’s impossible I thought as we don’t know anyone. 

To make a long story short this man and his 23 year old daughter (who had cerebral palsy) had just arrived with chocolates and a card with Scripture on it.  They were our first guests in our small condo for cheese, crackers and some sparkling grape juice. 

I shared with them that we’d love to have them stay for a snack, but it wouldn’t be fancy as we just arrived home from a church service.   We sat down and the first thing he said was, I’m a Russian Jew.  That comment stopped my heart.  These were two people that needed to be loved in a cracker-and-cheese-manner.  That encounter began a fruitful friendship.  Later I discovered they enjoyed eating banana bread as well.  

Every so often I would invite them for a lunch on our little patio.  Throughout the months, our friendship grew, and about a year later an opportunity opened up for me to give them a Bible.

Being aware of these two lovely people brought such a joy and many opportunities to share about God.

The Lord has introduced me to such a variety of people I would never had thought possible to connect with.  They’re both my “teachers” and my “treasures”.   These new relationships are teaching me about reaching out to those who are otherwise ignored.  Some are street vendors with clever abilities.   There are a few who are desperate financially and wait for others to demonstrate generosity…..just so they can have enough to eat. 

I won’t go into great detail, but I have sensed God placing a magnetic attraction in me to them; and I can’t begin to share how I’m learning fresh avenues of “grace, love and unconditional love” to these dear ones.     The Scriptures are so vivid and alive with the truth that “where our treasure is….our hearts will follow.”  (Matthew 6:21)

These relationships have become a real treasure to me, and I find such fulfillment in my daily excursions into their world, and into their hearts.   For many of them, it’s taken many months of a smile and a daily hello (followed by sharing banana bread with them) for many of them to accept and trust me.  

I’ve discovered that rich opportunities are often right in front of us.  I’m so grateful to the Lord for the surgery on my spiritual vision….as I began to see them as He does. 

My thrill is to be an expression of the love of Christ…by listening and being a friend.  Reaching out in this “city environment” has taken me a way out of my comfort zone, and into the harvest field of others….effecting, infecting and reflecting God’s love for them.  

I’m amazed at the rapport God is providing me, with them.  What a field of harvest God has opened to “honor all men.”  1 Peter 2:17.

The fields of our lives are ripe for harvest….but oh the need for us to get “into their arenas of living…in their field, in their turf…and where they live, and to look for practical ways to touch their lives, and let them know they’re special and loved by their Creator.”

“WE ARE ALL FACED WITH A SERIES OF GREAT OPPORTUNITIES BRILLIANTLY DISGUISED AS IMPOSSIBLE SITUATIONS.”

Charles Swindoll

Don’t you just love it when the Lord seems to ask something of you that’s “right up your alley, “and to your taste buds?” I mean don’t you just love the assignments that are easy and complimentary to your emotional digestive track.

Your responses to God’s requests are:

–        Yes, absolutely.  I’ll get right on that

–        I enjoy that person, and yes, I’d be happy to surrender my time on her behalf

–        No problem.  I have time and energy to mow their yard

–        I’d love to have that person over for tea, she’s easy to talk with and a real pleasure to have around

This story is not going to be a long one, but I can still feel the sting of obedience when the Lord asked me to share something with someone that wasn’t particularly fun to be around.

From the time this couple (our new neighbor) moved into the neighborhood, they just seemed so critical and hard to get along with.  I don’t think they realized it, but that’s how they came across.

We went out of our way to be friendly!  They had asked me to do something for them in their home.  I thought I could be of help, so I agreed.  You know God is working on you to build a servants’ heart when people treat you like a servant!   That’s just a bonus statement, but it’s true.

I had completed what task they had asked me to help with, and I headed out their door for home.   The man (as I discovered later) had a dry sense of humor.   Later I came to appreciate and love them both later on in our relationship.   But the current demeanor of our relationship at that time was not warm and cozy….at least from my viewpoint.

I was bounding out of their home, and then I paused before taking my final step of exit and asked them…..”Would there be anything else you’d like?”    It was meant to be a joke…and we all chuckled. 

He responded with the comment:   “Well an apple pie would be nice.”    I laughed all the way off their porch and out to the sidewalk.

We lived next door, so I didn’t have far to travel on this excursion.  I wasn’t away 20 seconds in my travel when the Lord brought to my attention that I had a small apple pie in my freezer.  

Sometimes we wish that God would drop large road signs from heaven with clear directions on our path.

But, in a clear, gentle way God spoke to my heart.   “I’d like you to take that apple pie that I know is in your freezer and bring it to the couple next door.”    My heart was pulsating so much that you’d have almost seen my blouse moving to the beat of my capillaries.

I wish I could say that I was delighted to do that, but honesty prevailing in this story, I wasn’t at all “on board” with His current request and assignment!

However, God doesn’t ask us if we’re in agreement with His wishes, but He does want to enlist us to love others; even the ones who are difficult to love.

When I approached the front door of our home, I thought to myself.   I’ve got a “sweet decision” to make.  I know God blesses obedience, and He lovingly, but firmly, got my feet headed in the direction of the freezer.  I knew if I didn’t do it right away, I might not do the right thing, if you know what I mean.   I got the pie out and headed for the long journey next door.  A two minute travel can seem like miles when you’re not in the right frame of mind.

I wasn’t exactly what you’d call an enthusiastic traveler, but I did arrive at the assigned destination with some reluctance.   I slowly came in contact with their door bell and pressed the announcement button.   Surprisingly, they both came to the door, and the only thing that came out of my mouth was:   “Here’s the apple pie you requested!”

Both of their eyes bulged to their full capacity, and they began to laugh uncontrollably.    “What’s this he said?”   “Apple pie that you requested.”   And then I headed home, laughing all the way.

Upon my arrival, the Lord responded quietly.   “Thank you for doing that.”

From that moment on, our relationship changed.  They became our friends!!

Yes, God uses the “ordinary things of life; and creates the extraordinary from our tiny obedience.   Isn’t God wonderfully creative, even if we’re not in the right frame of mind!

This couple is dear to us……even to this day!

Your presence, in ‘your’ neighborhood, can make a significant contribution in creating a compelling environment in which your neighbors can see Christ in action.

Reflecting and expressing the love of Jesus Christ to others is just downright practical.   Living out our relationship with Him in reaching out to others demonstrates He cares about “them.”

There are numerous avenues to reach out and touch someone in ways that ‘honor them’ and show them that ‘they’re special.’   The sky is the limit.  

God has chosen to use people…to touch people for Him.    In order to be a blessing to another, we need to employ ourselves; specifically our hands, feet, ears, hearts, eyes, mouth and mind.

I’ve often thought….what can I do?  I’m only one.   Yes, one plus Almighty God.   

What character qualities or attitudes do I need to embrace in order to begin building a ‘compelling environment” that will draw others to the love of God?

#1     Leave yourself at home and get out there.   Take walks with your children or your pet.  You need to be seen for them to notice that you’re new in the area.  Hibernation can suffocate you, and can even bring on unneeded depression, mild or otherwise.

#2     Get out of your comfort zone….again it’s your house.  Yes it’s where we feel safe and secure, but it’s also where ‘nobody knows your name.’

#3     Just be a joy to see.  I’m not talking about how you dress but your facial countenance.   A smile does increase our face value!

Try to issue as many smiles to others as you can.  It’s amazing that many will smile in response to your first attempt at a facial upward curve.  

 If we walk often enough, we’ll begin to see the same people out with their kids, dogs, walkers and footballs.

Most of the friendships I’ve developed have been because I have smiled first and by that made an attempt to be friendly.

#4     Forget yourself.    My husband and I have been NEW to twenty-eight neighborhoods thus far.  And trust me on this one, people could care less that you’re new.   People enjoy responding to someone with a friendly and caring attitude.   

You may feel strange and awkward at first….but that’s because your focus is on you.  May I say tenderly….forget yourself.    If you belong to the Savior, just get out there and represent Him.  You will soon fade into the background if your focus is on just being friendly.

No, I’m not talking about dripping over people….just a gentle hello accompanied by a smile.   Watch and see what happens.

I remember a woman asking me one time:  “How can you be new and just reach out in friendliness to others?   Don’t you feel self-conscious?”    I responded yes, and that’s the problem.   I have to get over myself.    I shared with her that many times I sense God saying to me as I drive around a new environment where I know I’m about to meet strangers: “Dianne, leave yourself in the car, and go in there to represent me.   It’s not about you…..it’s about Me getting out of you.”

Once I’m out of the way in my thinking…..you can burst on the scene with freedom….and intentionality.  

Walks in our neighborhood announce our arrival and availability.   Prayer before our walks opens our eyes to potential mission spots.  We need God to open our eyes to the people-potential out there.   Oh, they are there, but often we don’t see them clear enough to see the possibilities.

Years ago we lived in a home that was located in a country-like setting.  From ‘inside my house’ (where I felt comfortable) I seldom saw another person.  Being “new again” in a new neighborhood, and now a new country, I knew I had to get myself out there and just walk.  I was getting too lonely inside.

No, I didn’t feel like it!  Those welcome wagon neighbors were not pounding on ‘my’ door, so off I’d go each day, hoping to meet someone with whom I could at least make eye contact with.  

God’s ‘Divine assignments” usually don’t arrive all packaged up with signs like:  I’m the one….I’m the stranger whom you’ll get to know and love later.”   One particular man on my new walk didn’t even come with “smile packaging.”

For weeks we would pass each other.  I’d smile and say good morning and if I recall, he would barely acknowledge my presence.    Cease looking for great facial approval ratings.   People are carrying burdens, hurts, and with a myriad of struggles, seldom offer a reciprocal smile.

One afternoon I was out in the front of our home mowing our lawn, and this man that I’d pass each day for several weeks, approached our house.   I never expected any conversation, but to my surprise he came over and said these words:    “Were you aware that you are always smiling when you walk?”   I responded with a surprised and curious look, as I wasn’t aware of any facial expression when walking.

I can’t remember how we came to the topic of God….but he was the one who brought Him into the conversation.  He asked me if I was a Christian.   You know my response without asking….yes!

“I thought so” was his response.  He then proceeded to tell me that his son was a believer, and how his son was praying for him.

We’re all “links in a chain” in reaching others for Christ and what a privilege it was to be another link this man’s  awareness of a Savior who loved him….and loved him enough to have a stranger greet this man with a ‘smile every morning when he was out for a walk. 

How we behave and respond to others is representative of the Lord.    I shared with him briefly what a pleasure and joy it is to belong to a wonderful Lord.   I lightly touched on some of God’s gracious qualities and left it at that.  I guess I couldn’t help but smile.  That was about it!   From that day on, he would smile and respond every time we saw each other.

There are many, many other people that I’ve come to know and to love and befriend in a similar manner as this man.   One conversation leads to another, and on and on it goes.

Had I always remained in my home, there are dozens of people I would have missed the joy of knowing, loving and learning from.  No wonder the Lord wants us to come out of our comfort zone….so that we can see the difference He makes just with our “smiles and hello’s” along the way.

WHO’S THAT POTENTIAL FRIEND OUT THERE IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD THAT YOU HAVEN’T MET YET?

I have added a page to my website which is entitled “Rear View Mirror.”   If you go to the website:  storiestoencourage.com and click on Rear View Mirror, that will give you the backdrop story as to how my blog evolved.

I hope it’s a blessing and a new story will be coming soon!

Dianne

GUESS WHO IS RECEIVING MAIL?

Do you know your mailman or mail gal?   Perhaps many of you do, but there are some of you who may never have had the opportunity of ever seeing them, because you live in a condo or an apartment where your paths never cross.

Some years ago I was a care-giver for my dear Mom.  The caring routine keep me busy and focused.  It was my “joy” to have this opportunity.  But one day I was really missing my contact with others outside of our home.

In my quiet time with the Lord that day, I was sharing with Him that I missed the social and relational time with others.  I informed Him that with my care-giving responsibility there seemed to be no one else that I got to talk with or to see.   It didn’t take Him long to inform me that I had “overlooked an obvious opportunity.”

In fact the opportunity was a daily one……the lady who delivered our mail every morning.   She wouldn’t know me if I was on the street, I thought.  How in the world would I make contact with her?

God has His ways, and they aren’t complicated.  “Write her one sentence on a piece of paper and attach the note to a nice large piece of banana bread.”   By now I should recognize His promptings through the language of food; but I’m still slow in this department of spiritual intuition.

My first thought was, do you think this is appropriate?  Maybe she doesn’t like banana bread.  Will she think I’m nuts distributing food on her route?   I guess if she doesn’t like it, she can always leave it in the mailbox.  I’m aware that in these days it’s risky to trust a stranger.   There may be policies at the local post office that would prevent her from “sampling sweets out of a mailbox.” And my final thought (although this didn’t cut any ice with the Lord) was, we don’t know each other.  By now you can imagine the Lord’s comment back to me.   “She’ll know you better after you give her the banana bread.”

I followed the Lord’s suggestion.   If I hadn’t, I would have missed out on the joy and the subsequent relationship that was to follow.

All morning I was camped out by the front window waiting for my mail gal’s arrival.  She opened the box, and seemingly looked quite surprised.  It only took a moment for her hand to reach into the mailbox and remove “mail and a package….for her!”   She peeked up to notice me in the window, and a large warm smile appeared on her face from ear to ear.  We waved to each other and that was the beginning of a lovely, daily “hello relationship.”  

Often she would stop and bring packages to my door and we’d chat for a few minutes.  In future days, whenever I’d be outside working in the yard, I would try and make sure it was around the time when I know she would appear….just to say hello her way.   This turned out to be a daily social breath of fresh air for me.

Each day I looked forward to her wave, or her smile as she popped our bills and letters into our box.    This went on for almost a year.

Often through the month I’d leave banana bread or cookies in the mailbox for her.   She later told me that when she’d have a day off, that she’d let her replacement carrier know of “unexpected treats,” and that they were safe to eat. 

It was over a year later that a new mail gal came to deliver our mail.  I noticed this for a few days.  And then one day I happened to be outside delivering another piece of banana bread in the box, when along came the replacement mail gal.   She stopped to tell me that the other gal would not be delivering mail for a while.   She informed me that she was on a leave-of-absence due to the loss of her son.  Her son had taken his life.   My heart sank.

I was able to get her home address from her substitute and I wrote her a short note in a nice card.   Weeks later she reappeared on our route and she came to my door and with tears, shared about her loss.   I told her I would be praying for her and her family.

There was nothing I could “do” ….. but I could let her know I cared; and that I cared enough to write a wee note.

Have you ever written a “thank you note” to “your” mailman or mail gal?  They deliver our mail and, seldom do they receive a note or expression of appreciation from us.  You’ll be amazed at what God can do with just a note of encouragement.    There were times when I’d just write “thinking of you, and appreciating your service on our behalf.”   Please don’t be concerned that your “hello” must appear on a nice card.  Sometimes I just use a serviette/napkin or a plain piece of paper.

Her service was “important.”  Her service was “expected.”  I was certainly aware of that, but I wasn’t up-to-speed in my consideration of her or of what she might experience during the course of her day.  

Let’s agree that driving a postal van, or many times walking up and down a street to place papers and mail in everyone’s mailbox isn’t the most thrilling of occupations.   But, (and that’s a big word) it’s an “important service” to everyone.  God has designed each person in our world to help others through various means by occupations, and no job is any more important than another.  Each of us has “something to offer others,” and God is teaching me that my focus is to be on the appreciation of the services and the kindness that others bring my way.

If you or I were delivering mail, wouldn’t we find it more joyful if we were surprised now and then with a treat or word of appreciation?  If we’re to “light up” our world by the “Light of the world within us,” I suggest that we trim our wicks or turn up the wattage so that we can see more clearly those whose practical services touch our lives on a regular basis.  

If your box is large enough for a little “goodie”….try attaching a note to your packaged treat and see what happens.  

                    Your social life may gain one lovely addition.

Many times we get together with friends to enjoy each other’s company and conversation.   I’d venture to say that women are probably more attune to what another woman is wearing or notices if she’s changed her hair style than ordinarily a man would.   However, it’s the “inner beauty” of a person that makes a person really attractive.   Noticing the little details about another individual for the purpose of encouragement can certainly go a long way in building a bond with another.

If we’re honest and admit it, many times we are more concerned that our shoes match, and that we’re not wearing a color that isn’t becoming to our features.    People who are secure in who they are seem to be far more free in being able to  compliment others.  Those tags on our clothing don’t determine our identity or that we are special at all.   Because God personally and intimately designed each of us….that makes us all special to Him.   We are His masterpieces because of how in our mother’s womb, He fashioned us.

I can almost count on one hand the number of sincere compliments I’ve received from other women.   I often tease other gals when I’ve complimented them by saying:   “If another woman says you look pretty, you look pretty.”

This wee story isn’t to elevate the need of sincere compliments, but a lesson in the “observation of others.”  To value another person does, of necessity, require us to forget our self and focus on the other individual. 

One morning as I walked out to get the mail I noticed my neighbor in her front yard.  I walked across and said hello.  Normally I head right for the mailbox and straight back into the house because I usually have things I need to do, and so, I seldom chat with anyone on the street.  

But my neighbor seemed to catch my eye, and my steps seemed to pause in the middle of my return inside our home.  I had a busy schedule that morning.  You know things to do, places to go, people to see (you get the drift by now….I wasn’t in the chatty mood).    My goal was just to retrieve the mail and get back to my busy life.

What I hadn’t realized is that God “is into the details” of our life.

This neighbor (a lovely lady) customarily was dressed very casual and jeans were often the dress of the day.  This morning in my marathon to the mailbox and back I found my feet retracing their steps across the street and into her yard.   That wasn’t my plan……but spontaneity (and the sovereignty of God) moved me in that direction.

I “happened” to notice that she was in a lovely green sweater, and curiously my glance focused on her ears.  This isn’t usually my pattern of scrutiny when I meet another person, but that morning’s observation seemed odd that my glance would go from the sweater to her ears.

You’re wondering where I’m going with this….so hold on, there’s more coming.  

I usually pray for all the neighbors who live around our home on Thursdays, and I had been asking the Lord for a growing sensitivity to notice people and to know “how to reach out in practical, yet personal ways.  I enjoy building friendships, but it takes for me to come out of my personal comfort zone and “forget about myself.”  That’s the hurdle God wants all of us to succeed in crossing.

Later in the week I was out shopping (something I’m not fond of doing.  Really!!!).   I passed by a jewelry counter and noticed there were expensive pierced earrings on sale.  I don’t wear pierced earrings….so there was no need to pause by that counter. 

A pair of green earrings seemed to shout at me with a loud request “take me home.”   They also happened to be the very shade of green of my neighbor’s sweater.  You know, the one she was wearing the other day.

It wasn’t important that she was wearing a nice sweater.  What was important in reality was the fact that “someone noticed her…really noticed her.” 

This kind of observation “honors another” (1 Peter 2:17) because it shows we’re interested in them:  and that they aren’t just a “backdrop” to our day.

Well the earrings popped into my purse….after I paid for them of course, and I knew right away who their rightful owner would be.  You guessed it, my neighbor who was adorned in the emerald green sweater.

I brought them home and wrapped them in a little box.  It wasn’t long before I made my way over to her home.  It wasn’t Christmas or her birthday, but an average day.   A great day to give an “unexpected gift” to an “unsuspecting neighbor.”

Her response was incredible.  Two things I learned about her.  Number one, her favorite color was green, and secondly, her comment that followed was:   “How did you know I had pierced ears?”

Here was an “everyday encounter” in which God sensitized me to the need to “notice others”…. and it was my neighbor across the road in particular that He used.  That observation and my response to God’s leading, opened a door. 

GOD IS SO PRACTICAL…..if we just allow Him to be.    WHY?

So God can use our eyes to “look at others, relate to others and to help them by meeting a need they may have, to smile at others or just to encourage them with a “tiny surprise.”

Let’s be on the lookout for people….and not allow them to just appear as “background material” in the course of the daily steps of our walk each day.   

By the way, do you know if your “female friends” wear pierced earrings, or clip-ons?   That’s observation!

My story will take us back almost 41 years.   This is where my Divine encounters began.  God had them planned all along, but He needed to get my attention first.   So, he began with speaking in my kitchen to my heart.

My husband (Peter) and I had been married only a couple of months.   Our home was being filled with people travelling from New Zealand on a pretty regular basis who were coming to Canada for a holiday.   The culture of hospitality by New Zealanders back then was to invite people to stay in your home, and not to allow friends stay in a hotel.    

We soon learned to be alert to a New Zealand accent when we answered the phone.  If we heard the New Zealand accent on the other end of the telephone, it meant that people were either calling on their way to the airport for their flight to Canada…..or…….on their arrival at our local airport, or the Greyhound bus terminal off times without any prior notice.

I need to point out that all of those who came for a visit were known only by my husband, but soon I would get to know them well after they spent time with us in our home.     Our first home was very small (cozy might be a better word, even tiny) with one bathroom.

People that would come for a 7-l4 day stay resulted in a closeness that’s unique usually only to “family.”     Due to the number of people that would arrive, we sometimes needed to implement a “time restraint” for restroom (bathroom) privileges to accommodate those in waiting.

My encounter with God…or I should I say, His encounter with me came around l0 pm one evening at my kitchen sink.   Our visitors at the time as well as my husband had turned in for the night.  

Cookie dough and I were wrapping things up at a sink full of bowls and dishes and my hands were filled with the cookie mess.  I was having a first class “pity party”.   You see before I was married, I was involved in a number of exciting ventures.   In contrast, this evening found me alone, tired and wondering how my efforts in the kitchen would or could ever reach a world with the love of God.  

Tears began to flow and I kept sniffing away to be sure and keep them from becoming part of the cookie mixture.

I can still remember it as though it happened last night.   I was looking out my kitchen window into the darkness and this thought came into my mind:

             WHAT IS IN YOUR HAND?

I knew right away that this was God speaking softly to my heart.  I remember saying through my tears, without any thought…..COOKIE DOUGH LORD….that’s what’s in my hands…that’s all I have to offer you.

Very clearly He responded, “I CAN USE COOKIE DOUGH OR WHATEVER IS IN YOUR HANDS…..IF YOU JUST GIVE IT TO ME & WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.”

Instantly I had peace.  I finished baking the cookies and went off to bed.

The next day I didn’t say anything to anyone, but I was reminded of the question at my sink.   I got to thinking that this was the same question God asked Moses when he was holding a staff in his hand to herd sheep.   God knew what was in Moses’ hand, but He wanted Moses to see what was in his hand.    God knew that all I had in mine was cookie dough.  

Later that morning God nudged me in my thoughts and said “Take half of the cookies you made to your next door neighbor!”   My response:  “But I don’t them and I should at least be familiar with them or even introduced in order to do that.”   “You will, after you take them the cookies.”   End of dialogue.  

After sorting out two dozen cookies and wrapping them in foil, I shifted one leg ahead of the other and started the long walk next door to my Canadian neighbor.   I knocked on the door (heart palpitations increasing).  

When the door opened I introduced myself as the new neighbor next door.   I thought neighbors were to reach out to the new neighbors but I found out that God doesn’t always work like that.  His ways are so radically different.

I told my neighbor I just wanted to share some cookies I had baked last night and I nervously handed over the package.   She took it, remarked with a soft-spoken thanks and closed the door. 

This went on for months.  Each week or so I’d take over cookies, muffins, half a cake…whatever I was making for my husband and I.

Each time I went over little by little, the woman became friendlier.    After a few months, she one day invited me in for coffee and in the following months we progressed to dinners, barbeques and then wall papering together.

About ten months later when my husband was out of the country, to my complete surprise, they asked me to attend some Christian outreach event that had been widely advertised.  I went.   It was a like a Canadian Billy Graham Crusade conducted by a Canadian evangelist Terry Winter.  At the end of the evening those present were asked that if they realized their need of God’s forgiveness and need for His presence in their lives to come forward.  

To my utter surprise, they both got up and headed toward the front of the arena.   After this evangelist prayed with the mass of people, they returned to where I was seated.

As we were walking out of the coliseum to the parking lot, the neighbor man asked me, “Do you want to know what it was that made us want to attend this event and to give our lives to Christ tonight?”   

“Yes” was about all I could get out.  I had been praying diligently every Thursday for them….but I just couldn’t imagine why all of a sudden they were interested in God.  My neighbor’s reply….”It was THE COOKIES.”   “You just kept loving us through desserts and we’d never experienced before someone reaching out like that to us…..strangers.”

I know without any shadow of doubt our prayers DO MAKE a difference and they open diverse opportunities for God’s purposes and plans to unfold.

I never realized that when God speaks to our heart it’s always profound.  That night at the kitchen sink, when He quietly asked me in my heart, “what’s in your hand,” I realized later that,

–         He knew what was in my hands….…cookie dough and

–         He  wanted  “me” to see that whatever was in “my” hands or

whatever I was doing, creating or working on, regardless of where I was……… He could use whatever it was to CREATE A CLIMATE for another person to be open toward Him.

God’s assignments for my husband and I have been in many and varied locations.   Little did I realize that those few thoughts from Him…just in a quiet way that night at the kitchen sink, would change my attitude and give me a real compass for MY LIFE’S MISSION. 

I can’t reach everyone, but I can go to the  “next doors”  in whatever neighborhood God places us,  or touch those He brings in front of me…whether it’s a kitchen, an office…a board room,  or a hospital.  God is so practical!

I’m learning in the “every day of life” ….. as Carl Buechner once said:“PEOPLE MAY FORGET WHAT YOU TEACH, BUT THEY WILL NEVER FORGET HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.