Helping Hands

With everyone sick, Randy and I decided to give the boys a break in the responsibility of their dogs and walk the dogs last night before going to bed. Walking the dogs around the lake is a very relaxing, peaceful experience. (I wonder if that is why so many of Jesus' teachings were on or near water? It'd work for me!) Last night it provided an extra benefit. As we were on the far side of the marina I heard a boat having problems getting started. Randy went to check on them. It was two gentlemen and a young child with a boat that wouldn't start and had fortunately been caught by one of the walls in the marina before drifting further out in the huge lake. I suggested we tie their rope on the front of the boat and walk it through and around the marina over to the boat ramp as the current was to hard to paddle it over - they'd tried. After many laughs and quite a while later we finally got the boat pulled over to the loading ramp loaded on the trailer. It was an ongoing joke whether it was easier to walk a boat or walk Frisco - our puppy who is very anxious to go when he's on the leash. I honestly think it's easier to do the boat ... but the verdicts still out.

Needless to say, it sure left a good feeling in a physically yucky feeling day with being able to help others and live our hands on faith. I'm thankful God chose us to help them and that we were in tune with Him and opened minded to help even though our physical bodies weren't in the best of shape. In today's world it's so easy just to "turn your other cheek" and go on like you didn't see or notice the need... God is so faithful and oh the joys that come with being faithful to Him.