On one of our trips to Indiana, we were traveling down the road in our rental car when suddenly we saw an elderly Amish woman struggling to get her horse out of a ditch and back on the road. Before my husband had a chance to respond to the situation, our Amish friend who sat in the backseat shouted, “Please, stop the car; I need to help that woman!” My husband had barely stopped the car when our friend jumped out and raced over to the horse and buggy. Having grown up around horses, she wasn’t afraid, and quickly had the horse under control so the elderly woman could get back in her buggy. Watching the situation unfold, I thought of the Bible verse that reminds us that we are to love our neighbors as ourselves. That means helping when we see a need.
It’s easy to find a reason not to get involved—indifference, busyness, or fear. Life for the Amish isn’t about seeing if they can get ahead of their neighbors, but seeing if they can help their neighbors.
As we seek to follow the Lord, we should look for opportunities to help our neighbors. We may be the only Jesus they’ll ever see. Is there something you have have done to help one of your neighbors this week?

The other day my husband and I were out running some errands. At one of the stops, he took some time to visit with someone, while I sat and waited. Knowing we needed to get going so we could get the rest of our errands run, I began to get fidgety. Nearly thirty minutes later, he finally stopped talking and said it was time for us to move on. Our next stop was the grocery store, where we purchased a few things and mailed some letters. Hurrying towards the door, all I could think about was getting home, fixing some lunch, and getting back to work on my recent novel. However, God had other plans. Just as we were nearing the door, a woman we hadn’t seen in a long time, approached us. In a few short words she told us about some difficulties she and her family had been going through, and we were able to offer her counsel. Heading out the door twenty minutes later, after inviting her to church and saying that we would be praying for her situation, a sudden thought came to me. If my husband hadn’t taken so long talking to the person he’d met at our first stop of the morning, we would have been done with our shopping and home by now. And if that had happened, we would have missed the opportunity to speak with the lady who needed to share her story with us. We were definitely at the right place, at the right time, but only because we’d been delayed.

Have you ever been in a situation similar to mine, where you wished you didn’t have to wait for someone, and then later found out that because you were late, you met someone who needed you to listen? Or perhaps, in being late, you were spared from an accident of some sort.

As this new year begins, I’m asking the Lord to give me more patience and help me to remember that having to wait on someone or being late isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes, like it happened for us, that extra half hour delay turned out to be a blessing.