The initial visit was completed and it was time to return to her home two days later. She still had barely left her wheelchair, but she looked more ‘energetic’ today. She didn’t smile, didn’t laugh and hardly said a word. My words were met with a stare and a few short sentences as she continued to survey my responses. “Let’s try that step and walk into your living room”, I suggested. With a glare and awkward pause, she finally answered, “I’ll try”.
She stood and began to walk. The step was three feet away, the bed about 20 feet farther. She had not been out of her kitchen for months. When she reached the step, she hesitated, but with encouragement lifted her foot and up she went! She focused solely on the hospital bed that sat at the end of her living room and walked, slowly but determined. As we walked, I couldn’t help but glance around. Looking up I could see the rafters where no ceiling was in place. On shelves were knick-knacks that had not been touched in many years and were layered with dirt, and the entire room smelled of dirt and mustiness. But, we continued to walk. She was determined to make it to that bed and I was determined to help her get there.
Last step! She did it! As she sat down, I could see the sense of accomplishment in her eyes. I told her I was proud of her and thought of giving her a ‘high five’. She had other plans. She smiled, and what a great smile it was, said “I can’t believe I did it” and put both arms up for a congratulatory hug. For a second I hesitated. I had managed to walk through the house without touching anything, had been able to direct her steps with only ‘stand-by assistance’ and although was able to talk favorably about her home and all that was in it, I hesitated. In that instant I knew she needed that hug. She needed that hug a lot more than I needed to avoid it.
As I bent to give her that hug, I told her I was proud of her and knew she could walk that far. As I stood again, I saw tears streaming down her face and she simply said, “I needed someone to believe that I could”.
She stood back up again and walked the length of the living room and back to the kitchen, easily stepping down the step that had kept her confined into an eight foot area for many months, believing she simply could not conquer that 6 inch step. What changed? I hadn’t ‘miraculously cured’ her. She hadn’t suddenly acquired a wealth of strength. She simply needed someone to encourage and believe in her.
There are people around us who, every day, need someone to believe in them and to encourage them. ‘Missions’ doesn’t have to mean traveling around the world. There are people in our community who simply want to be accepted and believed in. Will you risk stepping into their lives or homes or inviting them into yours? Meet them where they are, swallow your pride and hesitations and take the step to make a difference every day! You’ll be glad you did!
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