I was having a conversation a while back with an old friend of mine. She said something on that call thatís made me think. She said, ďIím still expecting great things from you.Ē A back-handed compliment, maybe, but something about it made me feel like what Iím doing with my life isnít important, isnít enough, isnít full of purpose. Between keeping up with the mundane details of daily life and just trying to keep my head above water, no wonder the great things my friend is expecting of me are undone.
Another thing that got me out of bed to write this was the voice I heard so clearly while I was saying my prayers. In the grand scheme of life, the time weíre here on this earth is so brief, so fleeting. How can what we do in this short time weíre given make a difference for future generations? If weíll never be remembered for the short time we were here, then why are we here? When I was crying out to God in my prayer about not being making a difference, I heard Godís voice, clear as a bell. He said, ďSo what are you going to do with it?Ē I was hoping He would give me the answer. Instead it just got me to thinking.
Not everyone can come up with a cure for cancer. Not everyone can be the President and have their names in the history book, documenting proof that they lived. A generation or two of your family may remember you, but that will soon fade. So, what do I do to make a difference?
And then I thought about angels Iíve met along the way.
I remember many years ago when I was a single mother, my son and I were eating dinner at Souper Salad. After an exhausting day of all the things I had to do and thinking about all the things still yet to do, I must have looked like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. As my son and I were leaving the restaurant, a lady followed me out into the parking lot and asked if she could pray for me. She put her arm around me and said God told her I needed it. We stood in that parking lot, praying and crying, and I came home feeling comforted and loved.
Then there was the time I was in Mississippi visiting my grandmother who was dying of cancer. My son and I took a little break while my grandmother was resting and went to sit by the waterís edge at the beach. There was a man with his family, and I overheard him talking on the phone about how he had traveled down from Jackson to give a sermon in Biloxi. I hoped God would have him say a word to me that would help me deal with the sadness I was feeling. He didnít, but his wife did. Her children and my son had discovered a hermit crab, and so she and I started talking. I told her about my grandmother, and she told me a story about her mother. She had to make the decision to take her mother off life support, but only did so after she heard Godís voice speaking to her spirit, saying, ďTrust me.Ē She told me to trust God. I know it sounds simple, but it was the way she said it Ė so profound and compassionate. She gently put her hand on my face, and told me to be well. Again, I experienced Godís comfort and love from an unexpected source; another angel I met along the way.
It amazes me how God uses people to fulfill His purpose. We just have to be willing and obedient and recognize the needs around us. Random acts of kindness donít necessarily change the world, but maybe it can make it better a little here and a little there. Maybe just the right word at just the right time. Maybe if it means giving some encouragement and a hug to someone whoís heard the sermon, but needed to be shown the sermon. We canít do everything, but we can do something. We canít make life better for everyone, but we can make it better for someone. So I will do my part. When God tells me to pray for someone Iíve never met, I will. When God tells me to help fill a need, I will. Then maybe, just maybe, when Iím gone people will think I was an angel they met along the way.