I saw a movie some time ago that was based on the story of a family that lost their husband, father and chief provider in the attacks of 9/11.  The story centers around the young son who has Asperger's syndrome (an autism spectrum disorder) who believes that a key that was left by his father held the key to another piece of his father.  It took him on an adventure so daring for such a young boy, that it was awe inspiring.  He feared losing his father if he did not follow this path which led him to approach over 600 strangers, appearing at each stranger's door...meanwhile, without his knowledge, his mother figured out his system and visited each of the people ahead of time to ensure her son would be safe and to explain his mission in the event fear prevented him from articulating the reason for his visit.  In the end he finds out that his mother had figured it out and he was further shocked to find that she could think like him.  The revelation prompted sharing of their individual encounters with each of those visited and a bonding and road toward healing together (rather than slipping away in isolation) took place.

 

So many are suffering private traumas, no less devastating than those of 9/11, only without the publicity and camaraderie of community.  Just like the mother in the story, however, we have a God who has gone before us, who has prepared the way and who defeated death that we might live.  Help is never further away than a whispered prayer. 

 

A song of ascents. I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1-2 NIV

 

Don't miss the privilege of being used to bless another.  When you get an idea to do something for another, even if just a phone call, do it! You may be the miracle someone needs at that very moment.