how can I show God more gratitude?
Updated: May 5
This post was written by guest writer Huaiboih. It was edited by Melissa.
I met a homeless guy with a baby at the Asian Market last week. I immediately noticed the unusual pair in the parking lot, because the baby was in a stroller- so small, sweet, and cute. As I gazed at them from across the asphalt, I noticed how dirty they were. It was obvious that they hadn't had a bath or a shower for several days.
The man was approaching a woman who parked her car next to mine in the parking lot. He asked her for some money, pointing out that he needed to afford a hotel for him and the child. I thought about how important it was right now to have a place to stay amid COVID19. I watched to see how the woman would react. She was disgusted by his attempt, quickly scolding him for speaking to her. She claimed that she was jobless and didn't have her own food to eat, yet I saw that her trunk was full of newly purchased groceries.
I couldn't help myself, I started walking towards the man. I am a mother. When I see a homeless baby I can't keep silent. I think of my own kids. I think about what I would want people to do and how I would want to be treated if it was me on the streets. When I reached him, I asked what had happened to him. How did he end up this way?
He slowly began to tell me what the past few months have been like. He had been working at a restaurant before the pandemic, but the restaurant was shut down due to the crisis. Despite his best efforts, he was unable to receive a stimulus or unemployment check in such short of a time. He said all he wanted to do was have one night in a hotel so he could sleep on a bed and take a shower. He wanted to wash his baby.
I knew his pain.
When I was pregnant with my first child in 2012, the company I worked for faced budget cuts. I was one of the people who was let go. My husband, who also worked there, lost his job too. We had no idea how long it would be before we would have income or money again. I asked the man how much money he had collected so far. He showed me $7.00. I opened my wallet and pulled out a $20.00 bill, the only cash I had. I gave it to him.
On my way home I only thought about that baby- a new little person already facing such harsh realities of this troubled world. I will never forget that pitiful little face. The tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. I realized how much I had been taking for granted and how blessed by God my family has been. I prayed God would bless that man too.
My family still doesn't have much, but God has provided for us. We have a home to live in, a car that works, and food to eat. We have amazing friends, family, and church members who have carried us through and supported us through those tough times. I realized I am so blessed- many people do not have what I have.
Sometimes we think our everyday life is so typical, but we must remember that God is always doing more for us than we realize. After my experience with that man, I have found myself saying thank you to God every moment I can. We must acknowledge all that he has done for us, and be willing to share such a blessing with others. There are many people out there who have lost jobs, family, friends, a house, and their hope.
Take some time today to remember how it feels to struggle, and think about what you wish someone would've done for you.
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'