My Call To Duty

Hi, Everyone!

 

There is a reason why this blog is so late.

 

Ruby and I had just left the cafeteria after lunch, and we were heading to our dorm. As soon as we walked in, we noticed this girl sitting in the lobby of E.L. Rust, crying something serious. Something compelled me to talk to the girl, so I told Ruby not to wait for me. Ruby nodded and said that she would leave the door of our room unlocked, seeing as how I didn't have my keys on me anyway.

 

I sat next to the girl and asked her if everything was okay. She looked up at me, her eyes terribly swollen from crying. She was about to speak, but then she broke down and sobbed some more. I gave her a hug, then I said: “Hon, I don’t know what you’re goin’ through, nor do I need to know, but can’t nothin’ be that bad. And even if it is that bad, you gotta learn to put it all in The Father’s Hands.”

 

The girl explained to me that she had received a disturbing call from back home in Memphis. Her mother was admitted in the hospital just last night, in critical condition. Instantly, I caught the girl’s hand and prayed for her right then and there. The girl gave me a hug and thanked me for being “so genuinely concerned.”

 

I remember my pastor talking about how everything is providentially planned. It could be that it was meant for me to be there and comfort my fellow Rustite, and I did all I could to make sure that she received some form of encouragement.

 

I also noticed something else: That soft, comforting voice, that undeniable altruism, and that powerful prayer—I had instantly turned into my Gramma Jewel!

 

As I close this blog, I just have one simple request: Say a prayer for my fellow Rustite—her name is Judy Gibson—and also say a special prayer for her mom.


Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha