My life was impacted after I met a man at Mission for All Nations and got the privelage to pray for him and his severe leg injury right there in the open, and busy area.
I talked with some people at “Mission for All Nations” and I realized how often we aren’t happy when we don’t things the way we want. However, these people have so little in comparision and yet they were all so happy and thankful for what they do have.
When I was picking up trash around the block at Mission For All Nations, I saw a man digging through the dumpster. And that started to make me think of stuff I could do to help them. Even simple things like giving them leftovers from a restaurant.
While helping at the food pantry I was chatting with a volunteer. I asked what group she was with. She gave me a strange look and said, “I’m here for the food, aren’t you?” It was then it hit me, she could have lived in my neighborhood. How many people do I daily interact with that are hungry and hurting and I didn’t notice. God really opened my eyes.
At Mission For All Nations a young woman came up to me while volunteering, and asked if she could volunteer to help her family. Our conversation continued on to a discussion of her tragic situation. But the woman was hopeful and grateful for what she had been given; life, family, food, ect.
Seeing a line already formed before our group even arrived at Mission For All Nations (a food pantry) caused me to realize all over again that I wasn’t reading a story about people in need, but seeing it right in front of me. I couldn’t ignore reality.
I met a family from Iraq at the food pantry, Mission For All Nations, and welcomed them to the U.S. I got to visit with them and practice my little bit of Arabic. Who would have thought….