HAVING COMPASSION

Tonight is one of those nights that I am feeling a way I haven't felt in a long time. That feeling of being so sensitive to the presence of God. I dont mean that feeling you have after sunday at church all hyped for a few hours. Tonight I was broken at work for a few minutes. I work as pharmacy technician and I got a customer who came to refill her medication and she wanted me to see what was wrong with her glucose machine. So I checked it, but the problem could not be fixed by neither of the employees nor the manager.so I called the glucose machine's manufacturer. I called and unfortunately enough the representative was not able to do anything so she asked me have the patient mail the machine to the company and they would send her another one at no cost.
I forgot to say that not only was the customer an elderly person, but she was Haitian, which i can identify with,being that I my family are descendants from Haiti. That moment, somehow I went from being busy in the work place to sitting down with her and explaining to her what needed to be done. Of course , it was too complicating and she had no clue as to what to do to. Here is where the spirit stepped in!!!!!!
Not pre-thinking like I usually do to see if I could help, I volunteered to ensure that she gets her machine mailed to her house and visit her home to check on her. I stepped back into the pharmacy to cash up her medication for her and as I was overlooking the register I saw this "fragile woman" posture herself in a position as if she were crying. WHAT WAS WRONG? Nothing!!!!!! It was only a woman so grateful and praising GOD because in all her years of living in United States no one stranger had for her the way I did for that moment. Family is not something she really has because her only child lives in Canada and an agent comes to see her and thats it.
If that's not overwhelming, what else is? It is so true that we are once a man and then twice a child. I briefly saw her as my own grandmother who passed and could not even walk with without her chest pains because of a disease called COPD. So after the night ended at work I came home and thought about this "fragile woman" and how I helped her. The point I am trying to make is that had I not been sensitive to the holy spirit, someone else in this cold world would have gone home into depression. BUT tonight through me, GOD OFFERED A HAND AND SOME HOPE TO THIS LADY. So i just wanna thank God for using me at work...and get this...it was no scripture reading or preaching...but just a demonstration of who CHRIST WAS AND IS...
No matter who you are in this world we all need someone to help us along the way. So my prayer tonight is that even though I am born again of the spirit there are times when I get out of character and Christ is not seen. I dont want to be so caught up in my life that I forget the reason my life was changed..which is to be my brothers' keeper...
All people want is for someone to show some type of concern and I am richly blessed with people who care for me, so why not THANK GOD by returning that care to a dying world????????