Fog greeted us this morning in the hills of Kentucky. We had a great day, all four groups. What made it great is that dedicated to service we were able to begin to share a sense of accomplishment. The Youth in my group, "Denver the Guilty Dog" finished installing flooring in one room.
They also completed half of another room.
What we are offering is our time and our dedication to a family who has no one else to help them but us. A. (see blog 2) and her mom and her brother need all the help they can get. Last winter cold air streamed through multiple holes and cracks in their carport. Tomorrow we'll put the finishing touches on reinstalling new insulation, plugging the holes and "resealing" the house. Tomorrow the Youth will finish the flooring in all but one room. Making the house that much more livable.
So why do we do it?
Because loving neighbors, developing relationships truly matters. We share a common commitment with one another to try and exhibit the kingdom to the world through helping our neighbors. To live like Matthew 25 Christians. And we share a common faith with this family.
I was reminded of this tonight at the lake. ASP usually has a Thursday night picnic with volunteers and families. We went to this lake nearby - Carr Creek Reservoir (I think it is also a state park).
It is beautiful.
A. told me her favorite Bible verse: Psalm 139: 10 --
"even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast."
She told me when she last had a surgery that she prayed that Jesus would keep her safe. She said she felt him holding her hand through her entire hospital stay and that experience had helped her picked that verse from the Psalm.
Some things are beautiful in their simplicity.
Like a job well done.
A floor nearly completed.
A home nearly winterized.
A single lake.
A single Psalm.
A single verse.
A singular faith that God holds us in our deepest moments of need.
We spend a lot of time trying to explain the complexities of faith and life. What if A., once again, can see something in her house by the road in Sassafras, Kentucky -- something which I easily overlook and miss?
That true faith might be measured in the trust that God is holding our right hands.
Near the simple beauty of one single lake, A. showed me her favorite verse. And in that act she reminded me a again to get out of my own way. To not overcomplicate my expressions of faithfulness and simply allow the Savior to take my hand.
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