This morning, after dropping all three children off at their schools, I was rushing into the apartment lobby to catch the elevator up to our home. We're paying $17/hour for a personal attendant for my husband, Scott, (who is currently recovering as a quadriplegic from an injury 3 months ago), and I only have a few short hours to do tasks that could take me weeks on end. Joe was sitting in his usual spot, on the lobby couch, as the cheerful greeter to all who pass by him. (Joe is an older man who uses a walker and has a hearing aid. I would guess he is in his eighties.) As I zipped past him, he smiled and waved, and I waved back and said, "Hello!". I walked just a few steps when I heard my thoughts, " Give him a hug ." "What?" "Give him a hug." "I am not going to give him a hug. He'd think I'm crazy. I hardly know this man. Oh.... this must be from God. I just need to do it. I never know what blessing will come about, or what God ...
We are all overcomers through Christ Jesus alone.