Love Language

My love language I know has always been acts of kindness. I love to help people. Sometimes it can be a weakness for me. I love to show people how much I care about them just through what I do, not just by what I say( which is also important). I know without doing things for others, I am not who God made me to be. I feel like when I give or doing to others, I'm helping the One who helped me, and I think I need to look at it like that all the time. It's not like I'm helping some poor person on the street or the old lady with her groceries, I'm helping Jesus. I will tell you I've forgotten that. I think we all forget that sometimes when we get in the mode of helping others. We just think we are doing something good, but there is something so much more than that.
This passage comes to me about what I just said in

Matthew 25: 34-40
"Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.'
"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."

Kim

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The Week of Trial

Amidst the craziness of this week, I am ready. Ready for today. Ready for relaxation. Ready for time away from the stress of the thought of getting of a job. Ready for a change of scenery. Ready for God's words of wisdom for my life. Ready for Him.
There is not one day this week where I did not get up before 8 am and was not continuously unsure about applying for a job. Not just because my skills but also because I wasn't sure if this was where God wanted me. But it seemed every time I kept getting unsure something came up that made it seem less unsure and more seemingly possible that God really wants me there. I wasn't sure I would do well on the test for some computer applications but I did so much better than I thought. I wasn't sure how I would get there during the two weeks when my mom is at the Mt. Pleasant location but then we found out that a Carta bus picks up and drops off people right from the hospital. I wasn't sure how my previous employer would speak of me when the temp agency called but when I sat there and heard a good response, I felt confident in myself and in my actions and my choices. I have nothing to be afraid of.
All this stress I've gone through, all this pressure, all this junk, all this whatever you want to call it was the devil trying to get me to bail out and say I don't want to do it. I don't think I can measure up to anyone's standards. It was all a mind trick from him.
Once I noticed that the person from the temp agency thought I was just coming for help trying to find a job and not the one job I had my eye on, I had to say something. It was God's power, strength that gave me the courage to say it, to speak up and say what was needed to be said.
And from that time, that moment, I have been pretty confident that God is going to use me in a big way.

Praise Jesus!
Kim

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