October Challenge Report

Follow the ‘Son’

“In India we call these flowers the ‘Sunflower,’ because they are always facing the sun.”

Kae and Joy set out to “Take the Challenge” of the month.

Before heading out for the evening to deliver our flowers, relates, Joy, we decided to say a little prayer for guidance, asking for eyes to see who might really need a flower that night. Our hearts were full, and we were totally excited for the evening adventure.  In a 1980 Ford Bronco with a bouquet of yellow Gerber daisies, and a prayer in our hearts we headed out.

As we were driving, observing, and talking…we saw him. A man sat slumped over on the ground, cross legged, his head hanging in his lap. The tense way he held himself told us immediately that he was in obvious pain. What kind of pain? We had no idea, but knew we needed to stop.

Handing him a flower, we introduced ourselves.  At first you could tell he questioned our sincerity, but he was very open to talking and, in fact, quickly stood and straightened his posture. As we stared into his face, we could see that his eyes carried many stories and life experiences.  His clothes and body had seen better days. Standing in humble circumstances with an ace bandage wrapped around one foot in a brace; we asked him if his foot was being taken care of.  He assured us that it was.

We kept talking and discovered that he used to be a bull rider.  We said, “Wow you have to have guts to do that.”

He replied, “You have to have heart.”

We could tell this man had been through so much in his life, and he definitely had what he called “Heart.” We again asked him about his foot. He was obviously favoring it.

Peering at us he asked, “Would you like to see it?”

“Sure,” we replied, a little hesitant.  As he pulled back the ace bandage our hearts fell.  We could have never guessed that such a major injury lay beneath a simple ace bandage. He explained that he had recently been hit by a car. The layers of skin had been torn away on one side of his foot, leaving flesh and bone exposed to all sorts of infection. He told us that he was taking care of it, but we knew better.  We knew immediately our prayer had been answered, and this was exactly where the Lord needed our help today. The next day we took him the necessary items to care for his foot properly, and helped with getting him the right medical attention.—a hospital where he could go to receive treatment.

As we continued to hand out flowers that first day, we handed a flower to an old man who couldn’t speak a lick of English. In Spanish he said, “What is this for?”

“Just to say we love you,” we replied. “We hope you have a wonderful evening.” As he walked away he repeatedly looked back at us, giving us a smile that warmed our hearts. We were grateful that we warmed his.

We stopped by a trailer where we found a beautiful mother and her two children. We gave each of them a flower, and again, the door to friendship was immediately opened. We had a wonderful conversation with them and explained we would be back. We could see this single mother would be grateful for any assistance, and therefore, we made plans to take clothes back to both of her girls.

One type of service as quoted by Linda Burton is, “First observe, then serve.”

One woman was hauling branches out of her yard, and was not interested in receiving help. She stared at us quizzically, wondering from her looks about our true intentions. As we handed her the flower her entire countenance changed. With a softened heart she said, “Nobody does this anymore…you have made my night. Thank you.”

We stopped by a friend of ours  to give her a flower.  She reminded us that “yellow means friendship” and that’s exactly what the flower became for her. With tear-filled eyes, we could see and feel that she was very grateful for the gesture.

Finally, we came upon the beautiful Indian couple in the picture up above. They are here from India visiting their son and his family. The sunflower for them had a much deeper meaning.  This flower took them home to their native country, and they taught us about what we were really doing that evening. They explained this beautiful flower always follows the sun.  For us, this meant, “the Son.”

As I relayed these special experiences to my husband that night, tears filled my eyes as I thought of the pain the man with the injured foot was enduring. I was humbled by his courage, and grateful for the conveniences that lay around me in my home.  Amazing how a simple flower opened the door to a friendship of trust that led to a far greater level of service.  I was grateful we were able to be the Lords hands through our service.

Mathew 25:45 “…Verily I say unto you, Inasmmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”

We learned first hand that one of the best ways to follow “the Son”  is to serve and love our fellow men

We are sharing our experience not to boast, but to inspire.  “When you receive, give. When you learn, teach.”  Have a great weekend.

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About Joy

We are a couple of gals who have seen the joy that can be added to someone’s life by a single act of kindness. We are mothers, wives, sisters, friends, and Mormons who want to make a difference. We are what we believe in. We believe first and foremost that Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world and the Son of God. We believe in a restoration of all the teachings of Jesus Christ. We are motivated by love, charity, and faith. Our faith is our inspiration to do and see the good all around us. Even though we all have diverse backgrounds and experiences, we feel by uniting with others committed to serving we can make a difference.

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