So I have been thinking about what to write on here and I guess it will be just
thoughts on certain aspects of things, or things that I see.
Which brings me to this afternoon. We and Mac(or Kate) went to go get
my check from work. Before that we went to work, we stopped to get gas
at 7-11 so we could make the journey. As I was filling up we looked up to see this women in her
30's pushing her car by herself. So I went and pushed her car for her
while she steered. When we reached the parking spot
she thanked me and then took her small child out of the back seat to make sure he was
okay and not over heated. I didn't think much about it until Mac and I left the mall
and we started talking it. Why hadn't anyone else helped her push her car at all?
She was obviously struggling with it and there were plenty of people that
could have helped her at any point of her struggle.
Yet no one did.
Which brings me to the question: Where did all the love go?
When did letting struggle continue become acceptable. I know a lady pushing
a car isn't something horrible that you should get up in arms about, it's not that, but it's just the thought that no one even tried to help her. That we can't take 5 minutes out of our
day to show love in a world where love is an endangered action.
What if we as a body changed from a body of hate and judgement and into
the very thing God intended for us? That we loved. We showed kindness when no one
else would. That we showed God by our actions despite what the world says?
Pick someone today and show them love