I Spy …

I Spy something … sweet! I just loved that game! We seemed to play it when there was nothing else to do; and yet, the game should have had more respect than that! It was fun! 

Yesterday, coming down the stairs at church, I spied, through the banisters, a platter of cookies. Lord, You sure know how to motivate me, don’t you! Yes, I made a bee line for the cookie platter, reaching out for the moist brownie just begging me to pick it up; looking up with a smile to the kind ladies there, I asked politely, yet daring them to deny me, if I could have one. What could they say? Yes, they were there to entice all sweet-toothed souls-me. 

I didn’t want to eat and run, so I asked what the treats were all about; oh ho … they had me! It is a meal planner group in the church. OK … food, eating, that’s interesting. They fix meals for people in need, those who’ve just had babies, surgery, illness, family deaths, those kind ladies I’ve known about all my life. Would I be interested in joining them?

OK … we always had the teachers at school who would plan, cook, and deliver meals to teachers and their families who needed them. This never appealed to me before. It always made my stomach squirm and my hands sweat! Yet here I was, caught like a rabbit in the crosshairs, as they say. Only, the conversation quickly took on a different slant. I immediately conveyed my stories about the kind Sunday School Class ladies in Hartsville that had cared tirelessly for my parents’ cancer fight, through cards, phone calls, and meals. The lady beside me, close to my age, I’d say, started talking about how much she had benefited as well from angels, as she called them, my name for them too! We started sharing and the three of us bonded. I told them I was astonished that a church this size had such a program-what a surprise! We talked about the love, laughter, tears, and hugs the meal visits accompanied, benefiting our loved ones and us!

I signed my name on the dotted line; information recorded; contacts are sure to come. No queasy stomach; no sweaty hands; only a smile directed at the ladies, and a giggle reserved for You, Dear Lord!

Thank You for showing me how to serve in such a delicious way! Thank You for choosing just the right time and place for my heart to leap! Thank You for guiding me into service I never knew existed in a huge church that averages over 6,000 congregants in the two weekly Sunday services. You constantly amaze me; You know me so completely; You use my characteristics, personality, and know-how to do Your work whether I am cognizant of it or not! You bless my life in ways I comprehend, in ways seen, and ways unseen. You meet me where I am! All Glory, Honor, and Praise to Your Name, and to Your love for me-even me!  Amen


Here is one of my favorite hymns, Others.


Lyrics:  O.D. Meigs

Music: Elizabeth McE. Shields  1917

Lord, let me live from day to day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My pray’r shall be for OTHERS.

Others, Lord, yes, others,
Let this my motto be;
Help me to live for others,
That I may live like Thee.

Help me in all the work I do
To ever be sincere and true,
And know that all I’d do for You
Must needs be done for OTHERS. [Refrain]

Let “Self” be crucified and slain
And buried deep, nor rise again
And may all efforts be in vain,
Unless they be for OTHERS. [Refrain]

So when my work on earth is done,
And my new work in heav’n’s begun,
May I forget the crown I’ve won,
While thinking still of OTHERS. [Refrain]





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