Feed My Sheep

It was a pretty routine Saturday morning at House of the Harvest. We were making sure everything was in order, preparing to open in just a matter of minutes. I was walking into the food distribution area to make sure every station was in order before we prayed and opened the doors. I heard someone call my name and turned around to see a lady sitting on the bench waiting in the line outside. She motioned me over towards her, so I started making my way to where she sat. 

I never really know where these types of moments are going. Some people have needs other than what we provide. Some just need an ear for a few minutes. Occasionally a request for prayer or just advice on a life situation they are dealing with. This moment was different though. She started reaching for the adjacent wall to help herself up. I requested that she keep her seat. She kindly acknowledged but said she was ok and continued to rise. At this point, I reached out my hand to help her to her feet. I was taken back when she said, “Are you ok? You look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.” 

I tried to manufacture a small smile, but truth be told, I was on the brink of tears. It’s funny how much it means when someone just notices you in your darkest moments. I replied, “I’m ok. Thanks for checking. I really appreciate that.” She wasn’t finished. She continued, “Two things I want to share with you.” 

“Yes ma’am,” I replied. 

“Two things you shared with me several years ago. First, you always have someone who loves you. He proved it at the cross and nothing else matters.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“And the second,” she carried on, “He’s greater than anything you face in your life. He proved that when the tomb was empty.” 

“Yes ma’am. Thank you. Those words were just what I needed,” I replied. 

She still wasn’t finished. She asked, “Can I pray for you?”

I fought back the tears, “Please.” And then she put her hand on my back, right there waiting in line in front of some 200 people, and prayed over me and for me in the most beautiful and powerful way. It drove me to tears. It was like God Himself breathed life into my Spirit in that moment. She finished praying and looked me in the eyes and said, “We appreciate all that you folks do for us here. It’s a great blessing to us.” Then she hugged my neck. 

I hugged her, thanked her and returned to the task at hand with a renewed Spirit. As I walked away I could feel His presence and hear His words, “All My sheep are being fed in this place.” 

“Yes sir. And Amen.”