Here Comes the Sun

Photo by StarryTrooper. Compliments of FreeDigitalPhotos.Net

Photo by StarryTrooper. Compliments of FreeDigitalPhotos.Net

Sadness in the woman’s eyes telegraphed resignation. She groped her way through the dark reality of  life’s hardships. Then, here came the sun.

This story from my friend, Brandy, bears repeating.

I worked for an organization that helped women on welfare transition into the workplace. Some were fourth generation welfare families with no history or concept of living as independent working women.

One day, a 21-year-old single parent with four children walked into the agency. She had birthed her first child at age 15 and never worked. Yet, my counselors recognized how quickly this young woman caught on to new information.

They looked past her circumstances and saw potential. We bought her a business suit for interviews, and she landed her first job as a receptionist. After that, we lost contact.

Five years later, while heading to a meeting on the SMU campus, a professionally attired woman approached me. The now 26-year old mother of four thanked me for opening the door to her first job. She was now married, employed as an administrative assistant to a Vice President at the college and studying for her undergraduate degree. All because we furnished a business suit and someone saw potential.

In the darkness of night, the sun is not seen except through its reflection on the stars.
In the darkness of life, the Son is not seen except by the reflection of His light through us.

Who knows which lives take a different course because someone reached out with a helping hand, a word of encouragement, a touch of kindness, or a charitable contribution. Although we may never have a chance encounter like Brandy to know the difference we make, we are still the hands and feet of Christ.

A fellow college student wrote a reminder I’ve carried with me since graduation…

I stand on a hill
And shout to the wind,
I am free!
I am free!
In my soul, I am free!
Then my gaze falls on one
Slowly trudging the road
And I know,
I am bound!
I am bound!
 ~Margaret J. Zednik

Through us, here comes the Son!

But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him.
(Luke 10:33-34, NIV)

©2014 Gloria Ashby. Feel free to forward this devotion in its entirety, including this copyright line. Leave comments, ask questions, read past devotions, or subscribe to receive these devotions daily in your e-mail.

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About Gloria Ashby

I'm a writer, speaker and teacher. I live with my husband in the DFW area, and close to our daughter and her family.
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