In the past few weeks, I've had a few people reach out to me and that means the world to me. Every day has been a struggle but I'm hopefully getting better. It's not easy living with multiple mental illnesses. I feel alone most of the time. I feel misunderstood. I feel crazy at times.
I posted about this on Facebook yesterday but a few days ago, I was walking and it started to pour. I saw a man walking in front of me with no umbrella and so I ran up to him and put the umbrella over both our heads. I was rained on but it didn't matter. Helping this complete stranger meant the world to me. He said the umbrella was a blessing because he was homeless and wandering. We walked under the umbrella until it stopped raining.
A few days before that, I was on another walk and I saw a young man struggling to carry his groceries. I ran up to him and asked if he needed help carrying them. At first, he was reluctant but then he said okay. He was very thankful.
It's the little things in life that matter the most. The card for a sick person. The hug for someone who feels alone. An extra hand for someone who's struggling with something.
Part of the sermon this morning was about going to places to serve others- places that may be uncomfortable for us but where people need God the most. Together, we need to make a difference in this world... We need to love the unloved.
Look around you. You may see more need than you think. Jesus sought the outcasts. He loved those that society threw away. He welcomed the unwelcomed. I hope that I can do the same and I hope you'll join me.
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