Glad to have woken up this morning I rush to go down on my knees, and thank God that I am alive and asking that his will on earth be done. Amongst other things everyday I pray for an understanding people, for the world not to judge so harshly, as it may not be someone’s fault and they could be innocent. I think of all the sneers and looks that I will receive, and ask God to give me the grace to forgive them just as He. I pray against all the discouragement that I will receive, not only from the people but also from my situation, as it is always trying to speak. I pray for a chance to help another person, and for God to give me people who will give me just a simple hand. This is so as others won’t even touch me, others won’t even share anything with me let alone talk to me or love me, and neither will they come into my home as I have AIDS. As I am praying I hear a knock on the door and it startles me.
Hesitantly I move to the door, my heart racing as I ask who it is and open the door. A warm face with a big smile greets me at the door bearing food for us to eat, asking if they could come in. Dumbfounded I step back still unable to believe that the person is actually there, amazed at how prayer can change your situation and give you a hand. We talked and laughed and had a wonderful time, as it was, time went by almost too quickly. My visitor announces that they have to leave but will come back soon, so I take them to the door. As I am leaning on the closed door I begin to sing praises, running around my home with my hands lifted high going crazy.Earnestly thanking God, my heart overflowing with pure happiness and joy. Then I rush to pray for a blessing in my visitor’s life, as they reached out to me and gave me more than just a simple hand, regardless of the fact that I am sick and “condemned”. Reminded that God has neither forgotten nor forsaken me, and that there are still people with the love of God in existence.