Our church has a few ministries, and one of them is the care ministry - looking after people in need, in the community.
Yesterday i put together my first care package [Food parcel] for someone in need, because the lady who usualy does it, couldn't that day.
I have to say that it was a real thrill picking out food items for the parcel, and sneaking in some treats. I felt like i was picking one of my kid's Christmas presents. Isn't that weird?
The person i was taking the package to, lives 10 minutes away, out in the countryside. The instructions i had to get there were pretty straight forward, but i soon realised that they'd somehow got lost in translation! I spent an hour looking for this person. There was no mobile phone reception, so i couldn't call anyone. I was on my own!
I got bogged in mud a few times, I met some very nice farmers and half of the next town. No-one i asked knew where the house was that i was looking for. I'm sure i amused a group of cows that i continuely drove past.
When i finally found the house, i just stopped the car and yelled out, "Yay!"
That was an experience and a half i tells ya! But it was fun. I got to sit with the person for a while and reach out. That made it all worth while :o)

Thanks God, For your sense of humour. And for mine! :o)