I was reminded tonight of 3 individuals in my young life who made a difference by taking time. I grew up in a dysfunctional family, was even put in a children's home for a time, and shoved off onto relatives too.
At six years old a lady I'd like to honor, Miss Moyer, a sunday school teacher, took me to church and then to her house to have supper. She fed me peas as hard as bullets, but she showed a little broken girl love.
Then at twelve years of age I was sent to live with my grandmother for about a year, she showed me love and taught me how to make hand crocheted rag rugs, then my aunt Addy took time to teach me how to make baskets out of used greeting cards and lint brushes out of foam sheets.
Each person took just a bit of their time to love and teach a little rejected girl that time matters. I have never forgotten their kindness and love, even though I'm 57 now.
We need to look around for the cast offs, the broken, and hurting. We might not be able to help them all, but we can make a difference to one.
My brother also had a man that allowed him to come to his house and make model airplanes and cars. They played games together, and ate together. This was the only man that took the time to pour kindness into a little lonely boy. My brother never forgot him either.
Again we can make a difference if we are willing to be inconvenienced and interrupted. There are many cast offs, throw-aways out there. They need someone to stop a minute and let them know they have value. Will we do it?