I dropped what I was doing, hopped in the van, and drove over.
Just thinking about it made my heart beat so fast.
I wasn't being mean to my neighbor, so that must mean I loved them.
I was so wrong.
Now I know, and some days are better than others. But most days I feel like I need a snappier plan. Or better PR. Or more help. Or a translator.
Look around. What needs do you see? What can you do today to meet them?
My eyes are open. I'm ready to move my feet and do something.
I don't need to pray about it.
I don't need to form a committee.
I don't need a grant or an extra hour in my day or another set of hands.
I have all I need.
My daily bread.