She knocked on the office door asking for help to get to a nearby town. That's where her aunt would allow her to move back in. She had just been discharged from the Emergency Room after receiving medical care - after escaping from a domestic abuse situation. Her shakey hands described in broad swipes the hallway she slept in the last two nights. Her nervous eye-shots told volumes of her ever-vigilant look-out for safety.
Wait a minute, I said, have a seat and lets see what we can do.
The case manager arranged for a taxi back to her now-ex-boyfriend's pad to pick up her meds and small bag of personal belongings. The chaplain's discretionary fund (donations from nurses and doctors for us to use in these kinds of cases) paid for her bus ride from our city to hers. The other chaplain provided a free meal which she consumed in the 10 minutes as we waited for the taxi. The cafe workers topped her burger "her way" and added an extra scoop of fries for her.
It doesn't always work out this smoothly. It seemed to me that the entire village in this hospital was on her side today, helping her to re-launch her life in a more healthy direction.
All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of his possessions was his own, but they shared everything they had. With great power the apostles continued to testify to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and much grace was upon them all. - Acts 4:32-33
How are you sharing what you have with God, in this moment?