When my first daughter learned to crawl she had trouble getting her hands and legs to work together. It went like this - hand, hand, flop on face. The amazing thing is she didn't cry or get mad. She just pushed herself up and tried again.
I could certainly use a little of that determination because apparently my ministry to the poor is going to look a lot like Stephanie crawling - progress, progress, face-plant.
I am overjoyed that God has given me a desire to minister to the less fortunate. My own attitudes are being shaped and sanctified - progress.
I organized another free yard sale for needy families. Our church found a Christian non-profit to partner with and many people at church got involved in various ways - progress.
Under 30 people came - flop.
About half way through I had a melt down. I asked God if I had gotten these people involved for no reason. I asked Him if I had misinterpreted His instructions. I asked Him if I was a failure and the whole thing was a mistake. Then I tried to pretend everything was fine and count the minutes until I could leave.
Fortunately a few ladies figured out I was upset and reassured me. They did not feel that the work they put in was a waste of time, and they did feel like the people who came were worth the effort. They said if one person was influenced and helped it was enough.
How did I get so blessed to have people like this in my life. God is good.