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Day 4- At church I bought a mocha, a muffin, and wrote a little card. I prayed that God would provide the person for me to give this gift of warmth, food, and love. The kids all wanted to eat the muffin (it did look really good and it was past lunchtime) but once I told them what it was for they were into it. Zan even held the muffin to keep it safe so it wouldn't squish. He said if it was for the poor then he didn't need it. (My mommy heart smiled)
We drove home...again in the rain...and at our freeway exit was a man bundled against the cold. The light was still green, so we pulled onto the shoulder and Zan waved him over. We handed him the coffee...then the muffin...then the card. It felt like the gift that kept on giving. He leaned down and looking right into my eyes and said "Bless you". His face was covered with a scart, but his eyes were smiling. I wish I could know how this gift affects him and those around him...but I know God was smiling as he looked down.
Day 5- Before work I was praying that God would lead me to someone I could help. I was led to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with lots of jelly so it wouldn't stick inside the person's mouth. I wrote a little note and stuck it in the baggie. Then I headed off to work. I continued to pray that God would guide me. As I pulled into the park-and-ride God told me to take out the note I had written...so I did. I was a bit perplexed, but I had been trying really hard to listen for his whisper this morning. As I was walking to the bus God revealed to me that the person who was going to get this sandwich didn't need words, they just needed to know someone saw them and cared.
When I got downtown I looked around and prayed again for guidance. Nothing...so I headed towards work. I approached my work and God told me to go around the block first and give the sandwich to the man sleeping under a tarp in a doorway. When I got there he was still sleeping, snuggled under his tarp, so I just put the sandwich on the wheelchair parked next to him. The best thing was I could see this person outside my window at work. He woke a few hours later and a lady came and sat with him. They shared the sandwich and the coffee that she brought along. It warmed my heart to see him sharing it with another.
Day 6- Today I went to Little Ceasars and purchased a pepperoni pizza. But not for me:) I told the cashier (a teen probably about 16 or 17) that I wanted to buy a pepperoni pizza, but I wasn't going to take it. He was supposed to give it to the next person who ordered one and let them know someone already paid for it.
He said, "okay...wait...what?" So I explained again. He says, "I don't get it...you want to buy a pizza, but aren't going to take it home? Why?"
I said, "I am doing one nice thing a day and this is my nice thing." He then says, "Is this a set-up?" I laughed and assured him that no, it wasn't. I paid for the pizza and left with a big smile on my face:)
Day 7- I had some ideas today, but they didn't pan out for various reason. So after dinner I headed out. I grabbed some money from the bank and William and I headed to Chuck's Market. First, we were able to put a cart away that was literally in the middle of the street. Then we went inside. I was waiting for the cashier to ring up someone and a new cashier came up to help ring up customers. Just as she opened up a family of four appeared. William and I saw them at the same time. They were the family God wanted us to help. I walked up to the cashier, laid some money down, and said "This goes on their (pointing at the family) bill" and we left. Not sure what happened after that, but William and I had a great time being the hands of Jesus:)
Day 8- Yesterday I had bought a package of peanuts, hoping to find someone to give them too. They were still in my purse tonight as I left work. As I was coming down the stairs a work a young man around 25 came up to me. He said, "I'm not out of my mind, but I am out of money." I told him I had a package of peanuts if he wanted them. He took them and thanked me. It was only when I was 2 blocks away that I remembered that my son William had given me a dollar to give away today. I actually walked back from the bus stop to see if I could find that man again, but I couldn't:( A lost opportunity. But I am learning that being an intentional giver takes planning and it also needs to be at the front of my mind. I need to be aware of those around me at all times and be looking for needs I can fill. I also need to remember what I truly have to offer when opportunities arise.
Day 9- Today I had every intention of doing a specific deed. I took money out of the bank and everything. But I had a friend who was hurting, so instead I decided to drive over to their house and leave some sunshine and love on their porch (in the from of some chocolate and flowers) They weren't home, but whenever they arrive they will see that they are loved and that they are not forgotten. Sometimes we get stuck in the valley of darkness and we just