A generous giver

I went to a homeless shelter sunday evening called Calvery Refugee. It is a place for those without homes to get a second chance. they come to the facility in the evenings getting dinner and a place to sleep. In the morning breakfast and a sack lunch because they are not aloud to stay at the facility during the day. This promotes them to finding a job and thus getting themselves back on their feet. Well our church tries to take some days and go down to this wonderful place and feed some dinners to these people. This sunday I ended up spending my time talking to a father of 3 with one on the way named Maric. This man awed me with his love for his family and how much he thanked God for his kids. For about 10-20 mins I let him talk about his faith, his love for his kids and his troubles. In those few moments it gave me volumes of joy. Why? because God showed up and showed his love for his children. For those moments it didn't matter what I looked like or he looked like we were just to brother's in chirst listening to each other and feeling each other's pain. I ended the night asking for him to write down his name and the name of his family so that I could remember to pray for them. He wrote it down on a table napkin and gave it to me. I ended the night with thanking God for this moment.
Two days later I get discouraged in my fight and just feel like giving into the world, getting over stressed and just fearful. I find that table napkin in my pants as I clean them out. I almost instantly hit the floor with tears in my eyes. I am stressed and concerned about school and my life while this man struggles to find a home, to find a way they can get to school, work or calvery with no car, and struggle with his own inablity to provide for his family. How selfish am I? This man gave me his time and his love. I forget it two days later. I went to calvery to give to the unfornuate and came away with a man who had very little giving me the greatest gift.
I don't write this to make anyone feel like they should give because each man sees how they should give. I write this to share with you the shear joy of giving not just with money but time or even your heart.