Back story I work 3rd shift part-time. Some mornings my husband gets our kids off to school. This was a story he told me when he came home for lunch today and woke me up.
My husband came into our bedroom this noon to wake me up. He was laughing because I literally hadn't moved in the bed since I fell asleep this morning at 6:45. Granted I had been awake for almost 24hrs at that point but its unusual for me to not move around.
Anyway, he was so excited about an encounter he had at the bus stop waiting for our 9yo's bus. He was telling the story about a new family in our neighborhood from Bosnia. They live on a street that we rarely travel on so we had not met them. There was a little boy that was new and my husband said he could tell "there was something a little off".
The kids got on the bus and he was ready to head to work. This is an extremely busy week for him and his mind was to getting on the many tasks he needed to do. The mother seemed a little sad so he spoke to her. She was feeling at the end of her rope. Her son had autism and she was struggling.
Hello divine intervention! We tonight are volunteering at a groundbreaking for http://benjaminshope.net/growinghope/. The woman behind this is amazing and our church supports this ministry.
My husband told her about the event tonight and promised to get the brochure explaining Benjamin's Hope. Which he dropped off to her before coming home for lunch!
I'm so proud of him! How often do we listen to our own selfish desires and miss these appointments?
This is something I'm really trying to unwrap. The Good Samaritan and truly seeing those around us. I'm goal is to perhaps try and unpack some of the thoughts I have (and I have many).