Does God speak to you? Does He speak audibly, to our hearts and through His Words? I was pulling out of the parking lot anxious to drive straight home and relax after a long day at the office. Although it wasn’t audible or out loud I heard God encourage me in my heart to drop another gift card on the young Mom’s porch and also add a potted flowering plant. I followed God’s gentle urge, and although exhausted I was strangely energized as I hauled my sweaty and probably not so fragrant self to the HEB. I was filled with joy as I placed the beautiful heavenly scented potted gardenia and gift card upon her porch. I later shared at bible study and together we filled a big wicker basket filled with gift cards over the next week. I may never meet this young Mom but she is now on my heart and I’m open to God leading me to place whatever He wants me to place on her steps.
I love to take long walks every morning, but lately, my feet have taken me much further out of our quiet older neighborhood and closer to a bridge near an overpass of a toll road. Whenever I walk by this area, the noise vibrates my skin as dust stirs and exhaust smells hang heavy in the air. One day, a black lace bra was hanging from a tree. I struggled to reach it with a limb, but I was determined to remove it from the sight of the students I see walking by every day to the bus stop. A makeup bag containing bubblegum pink lip gloss, beige eyeshadow, charcoal, navy, and bronze eye pencils were wholly dumped onto the grass with an empty quart of Fireball cinnamon whiskey a few feet away. There was a beat-up amber leather roper boot in the middle of the street. In March, fake spider and spider webs decorations are adorning a Monte Carlo, a holdover from Halloween. A rusted pole and decrepit cinder blocks hold up the air conditioner. A single violet and yellow-colored baby push walker was parked in the once gravel drive somebody had a small child. I couldn’t help but smile and remember when we had a toddler—thinking of the giggles, wobbles, and sheer sense of glee in pretty much anything. Then I saw a box of size six diapers perched on top of barely navigable broken steps to a home experiencing hardship. I was a wreck. I didn’t want to seem intrusive, but I wanted to help. What business was this of mine? I can’t stop thinking about what I could do. How can I help? I prayed and dropped a gift card to HEB on the front porch enclosed in a lavender card a few days later. I’m overthinking it every morning as I pray and ask Jesus to direct my next steps.