While walking across the church parking lot to pick up my local foods order, a woman approached me. I shared some coins with her as she asked if I could spare some change, but it was soon evident that she needed more than money. I took the time to listen, to make eye contact, to ask and learn her name. As she shared her story, I asked if it would be helpful if I prayed with her. She didn't exactly answer my question, but later as she began to cry, I gave her a hug and whispered a prayer that she would know God's comfort. I stayed about ten minutes, listening and hugged her about three times.
I know this was just one small encounter in a long hard life. I'd be naive to think that it will make a tangible difference. Yet I hope that for those brief moments I was able to be a physical representative of God's great love for this broken stranger. He hasn't forgotten her and neither have I.
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