It’s my normal Sunday night or Monday routine. I get home from church and people’s faces begin to pop into my mind. Oh, not the ones that were there – the ones that were missing. I call to my husband –
Was ____________ here today? I didn’t see them in their normal place. Was she in the nursery helping out? Did you hear why _______________ was gone? This is their third week out; I hope they’re okay!
One recent week after I had gone through my normal “list review,” the Holy Spirit nudged me to send a card to one of the new ladies who had been gone a couple of Sunday’s. She had seemed a little distant the last time she was there. Her life is a bit of a whirlwind right now and I wondered if a card would even make a difference to her. Would she just throw it in the trash wondering, “Who is Denise anyway?!” I sent it along with a note telling her I’d missed her. For weeks after sending the card her chair remained empty and I heard nothing from her. In my mind I nodded that my assumption was right – this little attempt to reach out to her really didn’t matter at all.
Then low and behold, my heart rejoiced when I saw her descending the stairs to our small group last Sunday! She explained that for many weeks her children had passed around all the illnesses that swept our area, keeping them all home for weeks. Then she said,
“I so appreciated the card you sent me – it meant so much to know that someone noticed I wasn’t here. We’ve gone to other churches where people told us they cared, but no one ever checked up on us when we were gone!”
My card wasn’t the only reason she was now sitting in my small group. I learned that other people who saw her in the preaching service that preceded our small group time had stopped to urge her to stay so her boys could attend their Sunday School classes and she could be a part of our ABF.
These are all little things, but they matter to people. People just want to know that someone cares about them. Who will that someone be?
It doesn’t take much. A card. A text. A phone call. A visit. A simple meal. A hand on the arm. An invitation to lunch.
We listen to the lies the enemy whispers when he says, “That little gesture won’t make a difference” (but it does).
“Someone else will do it” (but they won’t).
By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. John 13:35
How will you demonstrate God’s love when the Lord brings someone’s face and name to your mind? Don’t believe the lie that it own’t matter, because it does. It matters to God that you obey. It matters to people when they know you care.
To whom could you show a gesture of God’s love? What simple act will you follow through on to make a difference in their lives today?
I’ve missed out on the blessing of obedience so often because I didn’t think it would matter. What lie have you been believing that has kept you from obeying God’s nudge in your heart?