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I’m amazed at how God continually brings me opportunity to minister to new people. I’ve worked at RMSC for almost three years and yet in the last three weeks the Lord has given me the privilege of helping several people I’d only casually met. In fact, I’m sure a couple of them didn’t even know my name until now. My face they would’ve recognized, but that would be where their knowledge of me ended. I’ve touched their lives in just little ways, but hopefully with a impact that God can use. My service to them was simple tasks that probably surprised them that I was willing to do. Yet, I pray those minutes I served them made an impression that brought glory to my Savior.
One lady’s husband, I learned, is rapidly heading for an organ-transplant list. Her life is not easy as she cares for the facilities at the Center, her home, and severely ill husband. In addition to her demanding work schedule, she left every night last week to go straight to VBS at her church. I had the chance to sweep a floor for her. She seemed almost speechless as I took the broom from her so she could go on to her next task. My moments to help were limited, but I think I won a tiny bit of her heart. When I told her I was praying for her and her husband, her gratitude was as genuine as my offer.
How often I miss the needs of others because my own issues blind my perspective. My burden can be enlarged in my mind until I totally lose the visibility necessary to see what others are carrying. It doesn’t matter how important I think my problems are. The cares others are balancing often make mine look pitifully insignificant. I constantly must correct my proud self-estimation. My worth and joy must come from lending a hand to bear the burdens of others—even if only for a short distance.
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