Touching God

"It's too hot," the little girl grimaced as she tried to dig her bare feet beneath the powdery surface of the dirt trail. A nearly 1,600 foot drop in elevation from the cool mountains where she lived to our desert foothills revealed that her feet could not handle barefoot hiking like at home. My husband drew an extra pair of socks from his pocket and handed them to her. She timidly accepted the small gift, concern for getting white socks dirty written on her face as well as spoken. Those worries were soon put to rest, and she gratefully put on the socks. With a heart felt "Thank you!" she was soon sprinting up the trail.

Our destination was an aspen grove cradled in a rocky crevice, fed by a shimmering waterfall - a little niche of paradise in the desert. After enjoying the scenery and the company, it was time to leave. At the base of the trail the little girl looked at me with sad eyes and stated, "I think I put a hole in your sock." Smiling reassuringly at her I gently said, "Sweetie, I never bring two pairs of socks on a hike. This morning I felt silly not knowing which socks to wear so I brought a second pair. God knew you would need them. Early this morning, before anyone knew you would need them, God provided for you." A whispered, "Wow" was all she could say.

"Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." Matthew 25:34-40

A small gesture, but it was all I could do, and in it I was more blessed than that little girl for I was allowed the privilege of touching God.

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