Tonight I ventured out with three others from my church on the street ministry van. We made and served grilled cheese sandwiches, soup and coffee. While it was a mild night campared to a few weeks back and weeks yet to come, it was cold. I was cold. Passing out the warmth in a cup was a good thing to do, yet still so small. I was humbled to see that after their bellies were filled they went on, back to their 'home' under the overpass while I left in the warm truck, going to a warm home, with extra blankets and an endless supply of hugs.
I am so blessed and want to be able to give of myself more freely to 'the least of these'.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
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3 comments:
I hear you! Unless you work with it, you can't really imagine it, can you?
Absolutely fabulous post, Leslie.
Bless your heart. I loved the days way back when I did all sorts of outreach with edmonton temple.
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