
It is 6am and I am making coffee, eating my oatmeal and spending some time with the words of my Lord. I have been spending some time in the book of Revelation. Chapter 2 is my read on this morning. It just kind of hits me that I never want to be doing stuff in the name of our Lord just because it is what Christians do. I do this stuff because I Love God and am compelled to share this Love with others in my actions. It is an unfortunate thing that I am torn between “not telling anyone what I do” for fear that if I do, I will be bragging for my glory. To “telling and documenting” for the report to the church so that others may be interested in serving in the future.
I know why I serve. It is for the Love that over flows that I serve. My love for my Lord and because I love my Lord, I love my neighbor also.
My coffee cup is empty, my oatmeal bowl is in the sink and my bible is back next to my bed. I slip on my favorite hat and grab a shovel to go steal some plants from my neighbor’s yard for our service project today. He gave me permission, but at 7am on Saturday it sure felt like stealing when I was trying to be quiet as to not set off his 6 Pomeranian alarm system. No such luck, I am busted and greeted with a peek through the curtains and something yelled at the dogs with no success.
Several times, patients of the house would come outside or to the window to talk with us. I had a warm feeling about how naturally we all shared in conversation with them. I just love learning someone’s history a sharing stories. I really think they got it. We cared about them.
Lindsay was definitely in her element and took a lot of initiative in helping with the design of the garden. Near noon Lindsay, Jack, and Allie went to Home Depot for more plants and flag stone. Upon their arriving back at the garden we all took a break for lunch at “Frisko Freeze”. We all sat around in the garden eating and talking. The bonding continued.
After lunch we all jumped right back in and started putting plants in the ground and adding the finishing touches to the garden. It was truly a God glorifying day.
-Barrett Hartman