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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