About a year ago, I began to take bagged lunches to Mirror Lake each weekday at lunchtime. It was hot and I carried everything in my hands and on my back. I live in downtown, my direct neighbors include millionaires to homeless. This one to one moment was not one that I gave to someone else, but how I was affected.

I began to get to know the residents of Mirror Lake, I knew their names and where they usually lived. I soon ran out of resources and felt useless. I stopped going because I didn’t have anything to give.

A few months ago, while walking, I was recognized by one of the gentleman I used to talk to at the lake. He told me that he had been worried since he hadn’t seen me in quite a while. Feeling guilty for sacrificing more, I told him I had lost my job and just wasn’t able. I lied, I forgotten to trust that God would provide and simply stopped buying food and got back to life as I knew it.

I think this man knew that. He told me that he saw love in me and missed me, not the food I brought. I have still not been back to lake. Mainly out of fear, I still feel that I don’t have enough to give. This man that gave me a one to one moment, showed me the love of God. This man didn’t care what I could or could not give him, it was all about one person, spending one moment of time listening to and loving him just because.

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