When My Hands Are His Hands
It's not very often that I get a crystal clear prompting to do something for someone, and I hate to admit it, sometimes it happens and I question it. "Will they think this is silly?" or "Why me?" I'm trying to get better at listening and even better at following through, but like all of us, I'm a work in progress.
In this particular instance, I couldn't shake the name of someone I had encountered online. She seemed to me to be some sort of kindred spirit who was going through a rough time. I felt impressed to write the words of CS Lewis to her, but kept pushing it to the back of my head. For days. Finally I got up the nerve to write it down and sent it off to her. I promptly forgot about it. About a week later, she reached out to me. I won't go into all the details since they may be too personal for me to share on her behalf here, but she felt like God was speaking to her through that writing and it was just the words she needed to hear. I just happened to be an instrument in sharing His love.
This was one of the most profound experiences I've had thus far with my calligraphy, more touching than any wedding, event, or even opportunities for travel. It's the simple things that sometimes make the biggest differences in others' lives and I'm grateful I heeded that little nudge to get out of my comfort zone and send something to someone who needed to hear she was loved.
And if anyone is reading this wondering...YOU ARE LOVED TOO!
xox Sarah Pearl