I just met a beautiful, strong woman who’s mom was diagnosed with Alzheimers yesterday. The second she told me she began choking back tears, I closed my eyes for a second to try to keep myself from crying. I listened to her tell me about how her mother was diagnosed and all the tests she has been through in the last few months to now receive this grave diagnosis. My heart broke for her, she was a stranger to me but suddenly I felt so hurt for her and so helpless.
You want to say the right thing, you want to tell someone it’s going to be ok but those are not promises I can make. All I can do is show her Gods love as best I can by sharing with her what he has given me, photography. The second the words were out of her mouth I knew I wanted to give her photo’s. It may be small, and it will not heal her pain or her mothers pain but it’s all I have to give.
I know God did not give me this gift of photography to just use for myself, he also gave it to me to use to bless others, even if it is in a small way. Sometimes I get so busy and so caught up in my business that I forget that, and for that I am ashamed. But He has a way of reminding you gently, in this case He reminded me in the form of a chance meeting with a woman who is broken for her mother. We are here to love one another, even strangers, that I believe. I guess the main reason I am posting this on my blog instead of crying about it in my journal is that I am now making a public vow to not forget what it is that I have truly been called to do.
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”