• February 18, 2014

A tiny crack to achieve a flood

By Natalie H., from California - Alumni Thailand 2011- 2013.

“Heart’s Home cul­ti­vates a greater open­ness to those around us and to the invi­ta­tions of the moment. With this increase in aware­ness and recep­tivity, I find myself sur­prised by and rejoicing with God much more often.

A few weeks ago, just as I was get­ting off the bus to meet a friend in down­town D.C., she called to tell me that she was run­ning an hour late. A little annoyed, I started to think about how I would “kill” the hour. Peruse the used book store? Buy a snack in CVS and eat it in the park? As I started to get sucked into my own head and my own plans, a voice a few feet away broke me out of it: “Hello sir… hello ma’am… hello sir… hello ma’am…”. It was a home­less man sit­ting against a sign in front of CVS. I approached him to respond to his litany of greet­ings, really just to acknowl­edge his pres­ence. The last thing I had antic­i­pated for that hour was to share it and a Kit-Kat bar with a home­less man. He told me about his job inter­view prepa­ra­tion meet­ings the coming week, gifting me with his excite­ment about his dreams of a life turnaround. And he thanked me for stop­ping to talk; he said no one else in the last four hours had even looked at him. The next week when I walked down that same street, he jumped up like a child and ran to tell me that his meet­ings went well. Don’t we all need someone to share our good news with? And now that stretch of the street is a little more human for me, because I have a friend there.

Also a couple weeks ago, I brought some flowers to the nursing home that I visit. I brought them for a woman I’d met the week before, who had really touched me and who didn’t believe me when I said I’d be back! I thought my deed was done when I handed them to her, but boy was I wrong. Upon receiving the flowers, she pro­ceeded to divide them up and then lead me around her floor (in her wheelchair) to give them to all those who were bed-ridden and most alone. She knew each one’s name, and intro­duced me to them all. Glory to God, who is able to do far beyond all that we could ask or imagine by his power at work within us (Ephesians 3:20).

My 18 months in Thailand taught me that God only needs a tiny crack in the dam to achieve a flood. If we open the door just a sliver, if we meekly whisper a ‘yes’, God will sur­prise us by taking our five loaves and two fish to feed a crowd—us included.”

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