I woke up a little chilly this morning. I could feel the cold air
seeping through the windows and under my front door. The bitter, North
wind had brought me an early taste of the Winter to come. The weather
forecast called for cold, rainy days for the rest of the week too. "It
is time to break out the sweaters, thick socks, and hot chocolate," I
thought to myself.
Later in the day I headed to the grocery store
to pick up a loaf of bread. As I walked in I noticed the cans of soup
stacked high along the wall. They were all on sale and I decided to
stock up for the rest of the week. I had always loved a can of hot soup
on a cold day since I was a child. I could remember shivering after
bringing in firewood to our house during the Winter and having my Mom
smiling in front of a bowl of steaming soup, freshly made for my lunch.
The warmest part of it all, though, was the gentle touch she would
give the back of my head when I would sit down to take that first sip.
I walked to the checkout line with my bread and cans of soup. I was
looking forward to a warm lunch when I noticed the food pantry bin near
the wall. It wasn't empty, but it wasn't full either. I thought for a
second of all the loving Moms in the area with no cans of soup to give
their own children. I glanced upward and thought of my own Mom smiling
down on me. Then I paid for my food, grabbed my bag full of soup cans,
and placed it in the collection bin.
As I walked outside the cold
air did its best to bite into me, but it couldn't chill the God-given
warmth I felt inside. I drove home with a heart full of love happily
remembering the words: "I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty
and you gave me drink; I was a stranger and you welcomed me; I was naked
and you gave me clothing; I was sick and you took care of me." May all
of your days here be warm ones full of love, giving, and God.