I live in a land of excess, gated communities, and real housewives.
Yet hidden in this land are the broken, the hurting, the needy, the unemployed, the homeless.
Each and every time I see them I am undone.
Undone because nobody else seems to see them.
They turn away from them on the corners.
They impatiently will the stoplight to turn green on the freeway exits.
They act as if they are invisible.
They are not invisible.
They have names.
They have stories.
They have dreams.
I do not care how life brought them to the street corner.
What I do care about is THEM.
They exist. They are not invisible.
They were created by God, and they matter to Him.
Something that matters to God, matters to me.
While I cannot change their circumstances, I can give them a hot meal and a snack.
I can look them in the eyes and let them know that I see them.
Actually see them.
That I care about them.
It might not be much, but it is something.
Tuck a handful of gift cards into your glove box.
When the opportunity arises, hand one out with a warm smile.
See those the rest of the world doesn't.
Change their day, if only for a few minutes.
A whole lot of hope can be contained in a few minutes.Smallbird Studios here and here.
Want to take today outside of our borders?
As our newspaper and mailbox fills with holiday catalogs advertising the latest STUFF, I wanted my kids to see beyond toys and the latest American Girl outfits.
I wanted them to see what the rest of the world is wishing for Christmas.
Yes, Kit's new holiday dress is adorable.
Rebecca's kittens are super cute.
But for the same price guess what we could buy...
We browsed the Compassion Christmas Catalog, they were brought to a whole new reality.
Give your kids a chance to do the same. I bet their hearts will surprise you.
I know I was.
Acknowlege the invisible. Be the only sunshine someone sees today. Buy a gift from the Compassion Catalog.
Come back tomorrow as we share a book with a friend.