Having devotions this morning I realized I am reading out of a book borrowed from a friend. Then I thought of that friend. Two years ago she had Lilly over for a meal, hugged her, and talked to her. (This was during the time that I was separated from Lilly for three months. Did I tell you about that ordeal….maybe in the future.) Anyway, my heart overflowed again with gratitude to my friend. I will never forget her kindness.
Thirty years ago we helped a family from Asia get settled in the United States. We provided for them a place to stay until they got settled. We helped them move a few pieces of furniture. I didn’t consider what we did exceptionally noteworthy. But from that point on, our friends’ gratitude knew no bounds. We were showered with gifts for years.
I am a very small witness. With the ladies in Africa, I tried to get them to think of just one thing God-ward during our sewing, knitting, and craft classes. It was such a small seed planted.
My own testimony as a nine-year-old is that I went back to church because the people were kind to me. I am sure that they did not consider being kind to a little girl an exceptional thing.
I have, at times, hesitated to do something because it is so small. I think, “This will not make a difference. I will never see this person again. Why bother.” But as I have passed through life, I have found that it is often the very small things that make a difference, that are worthy of note.
In Suriname, where I worked many years ago as a single woman, BaDoba would knock on my door, asking for an ice cube. It would irritate me so much. Our little kerosene refrigerator only produced so many ice cubes per day. But I did remember this verse: “And whoever in the name of a disciple gives to one of these little ones even a cup of cold water to drink, truly I say to you, he shall not lose his reward.”