My daughter brought her to our home, “Mom, dad, can Jessica (name changed) have dinner with us?”
We soon learned that Jessica’s father lived in another province and her mother in the city two hrs. east of here. Jessica was hungry and simply put, in need of some things. For several weeks she had a meal at our house everyday. My nephew bought her school supplies so she could go back to school. Friends of ours had two daughters off to college, leaving three or four boxes of beautiful clothes that Jessica gratefully sorted through. The youth centre gave her a bible. With tears in her eyes she joined us for Thanksgiving. A rich experience for Jessica and us both.
I am finding more and more that when we are in love with Jesus, seeking His presence often and just being with Him, we begin to understand His heart a little more each time. A heart so filled with compassion for all.
But Jesus has no hands but ours, He has no feet but ours, and therefore out of that quiet place or secret place comes a call, “Will you comfort and care for my lost little lambs?”
I was reminded of the many times the hurting and needy came to Jesus. A centurion came to Him on behalf of his servant; Jairus came because his twelve year old daughter was very ill. A woman, dealing with much bleeding came to Him and thought to herself, “If I could but touch the hem of His garment.” etc.
When we are in love with Jesus; when we come to know Him intimately; when we are being changed in His presence, we will find the hurting and needy crossing our path. They will come, for the Father sends them to us so we can touch them with His heart.