It’s VBS week at a neighborhood church. I have long been acquainted with the pastor and his family and we have other friends there also. My 10-year old is the only one of my children actually attending VBS, her sister decided to be all fancy and grow up. But the past two years she has enjoyed helping with their program. It’s a win-win-win-win for all involved.
I’ve been noticing gas prices going higher and higher and I’m not all that fond of paying an arm and a leg to drive around in comfort and because almost everything I need is within walking distance of my house and vbs starts at 9, we walk.
This morning on our walk we noticed a man standing on the street corner. Not like that. I mean he was standing there, bending over and picking Coke products out of the gutter. And there was a lot of them. I joked to the girls that we should offer to help if he paid us in nice cold drinks.
We crossed over to him and started helping (without asking for free drinks). He was pretty shocked that we would do that. He kept saying, “Thank you!!! Most people would have just kept on walking.” I wanted to say “Obviously, sir, we are not ‘most people.'”
As we walked away I thought I should have said something about being like Jesus. But then I thought maybe that might have ruined it. Maybe it wouldn’t have. But I am positive my actions spoke much louder any words I could have uttered, even if I uttered them at the top of my lungs.
Today we’re looking for record high temps and the grass was in near dire need of a good mowing. Since Mr. FullCup’s love language is acts of service, I had planned on mowing it today. (And well okay, yes, I love to mow.) But then I walked home from vbs, and it was hot. And I didn’t have any nice cold Coke from the nice, Coke man to drink. Just hot coffee.
Now I love, love LOVE coffee. But drinking hot coffee when you’re walking down the hot street in the hot sun is a little too much hot for me. (And I like to be hot! I’d rather be hot than cold any ol’ day of the week.)
I decided I was not going to mow the grass until tomorrow because tomorrow is supposed to be about 10 degrees cooler than today. But then I remembered I plan on running tomorrow.
And why put off showing love until tomorrow when you can do it today? So my grass is mowed, I even offered to mow a friend’s yard. …since I was already sweaty and disgusting.
Which brings me to my tip of the day for you…..
Sweat in your eye stings like the dickens.
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