I love snow. No, I don't want it year round, but I love it. Love watching it fall, love playing in it, and love the quiet it brings to the neighborhood for at least a few days after it falls. So cleansing and beautiful. Pure. Clean. Perfect.
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When I got off the train yesterday it was a no-brainer. About six inches of snow had fallen since I left for work and as I dug out my car, I noticed a woman coming from the train to dig out her car, right in front of mine. I quickly finished cleaning off the Cab and started on her car. Not because of some desire to be a do-good-er but because I love snow and felt energetic for the moment and felt like maybe she needed an extra hand today.
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The woman uttered a quick thank you, asking me how much snow I thought had fallen. And then she launched. She started lecturing me (I don't believe that's an exaggeration) on the fact that when I park behind her (which I often do) I'm regularly illegally parked on a yellow curb. She tried to curb the lecture into concern about me receiving a ticket, but it quickly becomes clear she wants to be the last car in the row. (I will spare you my defense but let's just say she leaves room for 3/4 a car, effectively eliminating one entire space). I sighed, thanked her for letting me know I'm at risk of getting a ticket (whatever) and happily finished off her car.
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What a great reminder that service is about MY heart, not the heart of the person receiving help. Their worthiness, gratitude, ..... their heart has nothing to do with it. How often do I decline to help someone because I don't think they will be grateful? How often do I look the other way because "that person" isn't worthy of my help? Too often, I fear. Lord, make it about my heart. Make my heart more like yours. Amen and amen.
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"The Lord loves a cheerful giver." 2 Corin. 9:7
1 comment:
Amen! The Hole in the Gospel was so challenging for me in this area! It is so about our hearts! Thank you, Lord, for conforming our hearts to yours!!!
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