Through a series of seemingly unrelated—but clearly God-ordained events—I have been reminded this week that it really is the small things that matter in life.
The first few days of this week didn’t quite go as planned and I had to change things up, which turned out to be a very good thing. It forced me out of my usual humdrum routine, causing me to pay more attention to things around me.
I have a couple of friends who are going through some health challenges. Because I wasn’t on autopilot, I clearly felt it when God put them on my heart. More than that, He had specific messages for each person. I was able to reach out to encourage them, and not only were they blessed but so was I.
And then there was the unexpected trip I needed to make to a part of town I don’t usually go to. A part of town that has been hit hard and has homeless camps under the freeway overpass. I carry what I call “homeless bags” in my car that are filled with essentials such as food, water, and clean socks.
In the median—at the light where I was going to turn—there was an older man with a small dog. I wanted to give him a bag but my light was green. I felt led to make a u-turn at the next light, in hopes of him still being there. Luckily, he was still there and had crossed the street to an area where I could park and walk to him. I was able to give him a bag and as I turned to leave, there was a young man walking toward the bridge, who asked me if I had another bag. That unexpected detour made it possible for me to help two people in real need.
It turns out that the disruption of my week was an unexpected blessing that reminded me of what is truly important. When we are able to take our eyes off ourselves and our circumstances, we are able to see things more clearly.