There was a man laying in the alley way as I walking today. He laid in a fetal position as I called over to him to check if he were alive. I couldn’t just walk away and leave him alone to die if that were the case. I would have failed God and that him. In a split moment, I seen the bridge of my life’s purpose.
I called to him several times then I dialed 911 then I waited as the 911 dispatcher thought maybe it should be a welfare check. With no requirement of the paramedics.
As I stood vigilant several yards away, I began to think it’s funny how people can leave in the mist of the storm but then I thought maybe how the protection of the storm isn’t suppose to be shelter for everyone.
There are treasures in the trials. And some of us take them on and go toe-to-toe or we run away. There was a treasure in me coming across this older gentleman, from my perspective and that of the attending police officers, appeared to be okay. That treasure I discovered was I had to count it all as joy. I only decided to walk that way because I wanted to get exactly 1 mile with my weighted vest. But it was God who had a different intention of my steps. I was needed to check on someone and take care of them.
My walk was lighter in knowing that I didn’t just walk away without knowing that he was okay. I may see him again and if I don’t, I found joy in knowing that God gave me another lesson of this one shot Life under his Grace.
That under any and all conditions of Life, we must count it all as joy. For joy does come in the morning and in my case, in the afternoon.
I am joyful.