A few weeks ago a friend of mine invited me to his church’s revival. Initially, I thanked him for the invitation, but declined the invite.

During the week of the revival I began to feel overwhelmed with work, family, and a “To Do” list that would make anyone have an anxiety attack. I decided, what the heck, I’ll go one night.

As I approached the church, I notice it was located in a very impoverished community. As I parked, my mind raced with all sorts of thoughts. I won’t even go into details.

The revival took place outside. Let me just say, I am so not an outdoors type girl. I hate bugs and the heat when it is above 89 degrees.

I was contemplating leaving. Yet, something inside of me said stay. As I took my seat, I notice a young man seated two seats in front of me. There was something about him? My spirit was drawn to him. As I sat there, the Holy Spirit spoke to me. I was informed to help him.

After the service I asked my friend about the young man. He said his name was Travis. He shared how he lives a pretty rough life. His mother is on drugs and he was about to graduate high school in a week, but does not have the things he needs; such as, clothes, shoes, etc. He said sometimes they don’t have food, lights and water.

I immediately went Wow! I thought, here I am blessed due to the mercy and grace of my Lord and Savior, yet, on my way over I was complaining about this and that. I was telling God what I wanted and needed. Honestly, at this moment I was ashamed. I had NO reason to complain about anything.

Here, this young man goes without, yet, I didn’t hear one complaint from him. I went home and decided I was not going to sit by and do nothing.

I went back to the revival the next night. This time, my soul and spirit was full and rejuvenated from the message I received the night before. I was calm and at peace. I felt a since of gratitude, vs a need to complain.

After the service, my friend who by the way is the Pastor of the church, introduced me to Travis. Only, I didn’t get to meet just Travis. This night, his mom attended church. I shared with the both of them how I wanted to help get whatever Travis needed for graduation.

His mother had tears in her eyes. She thanked me. She asked if she could hug me and whispered, “I’m trying.” I whispered back, “One day at a time.”

I went to the revival thinking I was going to support a friend. I left with so much more. The revival was to open my eyes to the blessings I’ve been afforded. It was to remind me and my family not to take anything for granted.
It reminded me of, “One day at a time.”

Often, we get caught up in our daily routine and hustle of work, family and our own problems, that we don’t take time to simply be. We forget about where we’ve come from and the struggles we faced prior to receiving our blessing.

We forget that we’re here to help our fellow brother and sister. We’re here to uplift, empower and encourage others.
Attending the revival and meeting Travis and his family reminded me to remain humble, give thanks daily, and give back to those in need.

I know that if we all do something for someone other than ourselves, we can make a difference in our society.

It’s not enough to talk about being of service, we have to do it. We can’t pass nice emails that say God is good. Yes, He is. The question is, what will we do to be more like him?

Personally, when I loose sight, or forget to give thanks, I hope I’m convicted to stop and remember the blessing I received at the revival. I hope I will hear Travis’ mom’s soft whisper, “One day at a time.”

Continue to Soar and Celebrate The Brilliance Within!

Gina Grant