Gifts

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I could wax poetic, about life being a gift, grace and mercy, peace...but I will try not to digress.  

I just thought it would be good to be grateful to the gifts we are able to give, because of people some of whom have never been here and never will come here. 

This is Mario, from Villa de San Antonio.  He has diabetes, and had one leg amputated because of it.  He lives alone and survives via his neighbors.  He is a retired barber, retired because of his illness.  

Someone gave that wheelchair, and because of it, we were able to give it here.  

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How easy it can be to take for granted a bed, a bed that isn't a few inches thick, and directly on the ground.  A bed in which several family members do not also have to share.  

We have been able to bless four families this month with beds they needed.  

All because some people read of needs, and gave.  

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Food.  People we will never meet, paid for and packed food, and it touched many hands on the way to touch even more hands blessing families from churches.  

Blessed to be a blessing.  

We don't get to do this every single day, but we do it every day we are able.  

That chain, those connections, that God orchestrates it like a fantastically complicated piece, is music to my ears.