I Am My Brothers Keeper

Desiree R. James, LISW
A New Day Counseling Services, LLC

I was driving down the street the other day thanking God for abundance and thanking the Lord that, “when am I going back to work?” or “how am I going to feed my children?” is not my story.  My eyes swelled at the mere thought of being in that predicament.

I was raised at a time when you helped your neighbor in need. Subsequently, God reminded me that I am blessed to be able to give. Telling someone to keep hope alive does not do anything for a growling stomach.  I thought, people need money.

A co-worker buys food for the seniors on her street.  The spirit said to give her money.  I gave her an envelope of money for her to disburse however she pleased. The other day she sent me a Thank You card from those who benefited from the money.  I’m not rich, but I am.  That money meant so much to people.  I felt like a millionaire.  The way people used the money brought tears of joy to my eyes, and I felt so good.

I thought how far-reaching it would be if those of us who are blessed shared just a little of what we have with those in need.  No convoluted government involvement needed.


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