Day 3 Degage Ministires Feddema

"Do you all have band aids?"

I was asked that question, after I unlocked a man's locker for him and was about to walk that way. Right away I had noticed the wide, but not deep, bloody cut on his arm. I also knew that he had just finished his shower, so either he had somehow hurt himself during that or the cut was old but the water caused it to open up. I told him yes and went behind the counter, pulling out the first aid kit. I right away looked for gloves, since I have a paranoid mom and I know that that was what she would want me to do. I didn't find any. I dismissed this, reminding myself to wash my hands afterwards thoroughly. I then got out alcohol swipes and different size band-aids, and he was already waiting there at the counter for me. I told him I could clean it off, and he didn't stop me so I started wiping off the blood and talked to him, asking him how it happened. He told me that he was helping down in the kitchen and got burned, and that the cut just reopened. We then talked about his day, and he asked a little bit about me and my life. I finished by putting on a band-aid, and he told me thank you and walked away.

I didn't really think much of it until this afternoon, when Lisa started talking and read the verse from Matthew; "Whatever you do to the least of these, you do to me." Honestly, I've been having a lack of faith lately. During break today I called my mom and asked her to pray for me, because I was struggling to get through the day, but didn't think I had the strength to talk to Him myself. Mom prayed for God to wrap His arms around me, to hug me and help me remember how special I am to Him. I'm honestly glad that I didn't wear the gloves, because part of me feels like today I got to clean up and touch Jesus. I got to have a conversation with someone, and I served Him. Lisa reminded me that no matter what I do, where I do it, or how I'm feeling... He is with me.