Story for the week is about Miss Yolanda.
Sister Williams and I made plans to check up on some of Bishop's List. We were to find those wonderful people that have wandered off the path. As we were trying to get the right address for one of these individuals, we knocked on this small apartment door. A woman answered door, and within two seconds, you could tell that she was sweeter than my herbal tea. She unfortunately informed us that her name was not the one we were looking for. As we chatted for a few moments, I mentioned the incredible smell of a home-cooked Southern food. (Yes I am indeed a Huffaker if you didn't know) She then went on to telling us everything she had made for her and her injured older mama. Gumbo, potatoes, pork chops, and corn bread to name a few. She asked us within 3 minutes of meeting her "What ya'll sweeties have for dinner?" Answering sheepishly, "...a granola bar... about 5 hours ago." She then invites us in out of the sun to eat dinner with her and wouldn't take no for an answer.
Within the next two hours, we got to know Miss Yolanda...
We had the privilege of hearing her stories, her memories, and the things that meant the most to her in life. Without having to say a word and only through her actions, she showed complete charity, the pure love of Christ to two strangers that moments before knocked on her door. She offered what little she had to us, giving only her very best. That sweet daughter of God would have given us everything she had, if it simply made us more comfortable, more happy.
Miss Yolanda's example showed me how more powerful it is to live your religion rather then simply confessing what you practice. A verse of scripture comes to mind, in 1 Corinthians 13:4-5
"...though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing." "Charity suffereth long, and is kind."
I am so beyond grateful for this experience. To learn every day by those we come in contact with. I love ya'll so much...
Love,
Sister Huffaker
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