Years ago, my husband and I took a trip to Toronto Canada. There is a street called Yong Street that stretches for miles. People from every nation walked it checking out the hundreds if not thousands of local buisnesses. It was a site to behold. I began to get tired of walking and started to complaining that my feet were hurting. Needless to say, I become a grouch. That is until I heard a voice say, “God bless you, Mam.” I turned to see who spoke. I saw no one at first and began to walk on. It was then that I noticed a nice looking young man on the sidewalk. He had no arms and legs. He looked up at me and smiled. His friend was playing Amazing Grace on the guitar. I had not noticed before. I looked down at the man and told him “God bless you too.” We may have chatted for a bit, I don’t remember, it has been so long. All I know is that after leaving him I no longer complained about my feet hurting.

Even now, when I reach a state of feeling like I can not go on any longer, I think of that young man who took time out of his day just to bless a stranger. He has no idea how he blessed me. May the following be a blessing to you also.

We all need encouraging every now and then. Who else but Jesus can make such a difference?

…for in Him we live and move and have our being. — Acts:17:28 —

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