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Where my feet take me

How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
"Your God reigns!"

—Isaiah 52:7

...and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.

—Ephesians 6:15

Got to deliver two bits of good news as I walked to work. The first opportunity was giving a sack lunch to a homeless man curled up on the sidewalk. Almost forgot to bring one along, since Nate and I are meeting for lunch, but God reminded me to pack it and to go back for it once I forgot it (I go back to my apartment for something I forgot about half the time I leave it). Honestly didn't expect the little lunch to make it all the way to the office. The second was encountering Don on his bicycle: he has been praying for office space here on Capitol Hill since recently beginning work with International Students Inc. (a ministry to international students here in the U.S.). and we've agreed to allow him to share Phil's space at the office without charge. This should work well, as our office is close to Don's home, Seattle University, and Seattle Central Community College.

Even with all that, my mood is poor, anger simmering just below the surface. Too busy, too much to arrange, and the things that matter more to me than these are also farther out of my hands. Walking through the days with open eyes and ears, left to wonder if humility and accurate self-concept died separately or at the same time. Their absence hurts us daily.


I remember when we lived in the Seattle area being shocked at all the homeless people...we only lived there for 3 years. I nearly forgot about them actually. That time in our lives showed me how generous my husband can be...giving money to a woman crying at the airport, sharing some money with a man in a parking lot who just needed a little bit for some reason I cannot remember anymore, giving to the church benevolence fund...and on and on. Glad you are doing something.
I didn't do much of anything for a very long time, and I'm not that consistent now, but a while ago it occurred to me that for a couple of years I've run into someone in need almost every time I walk to and from work, yet I never prepared for it. So now, I try to always have an extra lunch with me, and I plan on buying bus passes to give out as well (those are the two things people usually ask for, honestly or not). It's part of learning to be faithful with what God has given me and where He's placed me, and the big thing that has changed is my attitude– I feel completely different knowing I've prepared something for someone who may cross my path, like I have a gift for them. I get excited when it looks like I'll be able to give it away. I'm learning to seek opportunities to do good, instead of scrambling for an excuse, or spare change, or crossing to the other side of the street. I'm probably more blessed than anyone else in God's leading of me.