Some of my biggest regrets are moments I did not move to help someone when I felt a strong yearning to do so. Instead of acting on what my heart longed to do, I sat frozen in doubt and did nothing.
One night I was waiting in the ER, I don’t remember now with whom or why, but I do remember the moment a woman made her way in the door and asked for help. I couldn’t hear what she said but she appeared to be in shock. An orderly gave her a wheelchair and left her in the middle of the floor, between the desk and a line of small examination rooms. Her chair was facing me directly and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
All of a sudden she began bleeding so profusely that blood was running down over her seat and dripping onto the floor, creating puddles around her chair. She sat in a trance, alone, no one even noticing her. She was having a miscarriage. I recognized that dream state of “this can’t be happening” on her face and I ached to run to her. I knew she needed a loving hand on her shoulder as her hopes poured into hopelessness.
I didn’t go. In that moment, I needed help too. I needed to know God’s heart, to know that He was asking me to be His arms, His loving eyes and His hands for this child of His. I wish I could apologize to her some day, embrace her and tell her that she wasn’t alone.
Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. Hebrews 13:16
Meeting God at the Park 