Our Heavenly Father sees us in a different way than we can see ourselves. He sees us as we were before this life and He sees our true potential now as an infinite worth to Him. He has an eternal perspective of His children and He will always love us with a perfect love.¬†Blessings, Gar¬†
In God's Eyes
Matthew 25: 40¬† And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
When my mother passed away, she left her nice car for me to continue driving. My car was an older model at the time, but I sold it to a young person who needed a small car as a first car. Mom's car was a bigger car than I was used to driving. It had a rear seat that could accommodate an army, or so it seemed to me. I felt very blessed to have such a nice auto to drive. Mom and I had a simple practice of giving a ride to anyone who needed a one. She said that God had blessed her with a fine car and that she was going to share it as much as she could before she passed away by giving rides to any who could not afford transportation.
We attended the single adult activities in the area together and we often gave a ride to someone going to an activity. Mom was sincerely concerned over the safety of those who would walk to the activities from a long distance away. Often, she would ask me to find someone who needed a ride home to avoid having to walk in the dark. We found a few that we would regularly give a lift home. Occasionally, I didn't find anyone to help, but she always asked me to continue searching until I found someone.
I knew how sincere she was in helping someone and over time, that feeling rubbed off onto me. Along with being with Mom, it was one reason that I looked forward to attending a SA activity. After Mom passed away, I missed her company, but I attended the SA dances and I continued to give people a ride home. It was as if I was keeping Mom's wish alive by serving others.
Last week, I had picked up the elderly single that had helped me care for Mom during her hardest times. We were on our way to the Singles activity and I had a distinct feeling to call another single woman that we used give rides and ask her if she wanted to go with us. She lived alone and has a very meager means of support. She enthusiastically said she wanted to go and we picked her up.
During the singles activity, there was a number drawing for a two-dollar gift and the woman in charge of the activity chose my number. I was embarrassed as I walked up to claim my gift and suddenly the idea came to me to give the gift to some one who needed it more. I told the woman in charge about my idea and she asked me to choose a number to correspond with someone else. My number had been five and I quickly chose six. To my surprise, that number belonged to the woman that I had the impression to call and offer a ride. The money wasn't much, but her feeling of winning something meant that she was a winner. She couldn't stop smiling and after all, why should she.¬† She was a winner.
I could see in my mind's eye an image of my mother giving me her smile of approval for doing what she would have done.