Today I carried 12 puzzles up the hill for a lady who was struggling with them to the charity shop. As I was in London and offered to carry them the lady was somewhat surprised, she explained that most people ‘around here’ wouldn’t help in such a way.
As we walked she spoke about her brother, how he had died suddenly and her painful role in having to clear out his flat of all his belongings including a huge pile of puzzles.
She spoke about how much she missed him.
When we eventually got to the top of the hill she thanked me and as I passed her the tower of puzzles she asked me why I was kind. I spoke about being a Christian and then said, ‘just as I carried those puzzles up the hill….’ She finished off my sentence and with tears in her eyes said, ‘ that’s how God wants to carry me.’