I am a child of God

It was a wintry day, a beautiful wintry day. I was done with classes for the day and didn't know what to do. So I decided to go on an adventure. I don't have a car so I caught a bus. When I went to change buses a lady asked me to help her carry her groceries onto the bus I was getting on, so I did. I set her stuff down by her and then asked what stop she was getting off at but sadly it wasn't the same one as me. She said not to worry though because her husband was going to meet her at the bus stop to help her carry there groceries back home. As I sat there waiting for the bus to start this lady then told me how she would carry her stuff if her husband wasn't there. She would get her stuff of the bus in two trips then she would set on load in the snow and then carry the rest of the stuff about fifteen feet then set if down and go back and grab the other load repeating the process until she got to her home.
"How far from the bus stop do you live?" I asked her

"Oh about a mile." She tells me " but usually some teenager gets off the bus with me and they always are nice enough to help me, and they never take off with the stuff."

Inside I was reeling, she lived a whole mile from the bus stop. Most of the bus stops in Logan are on busier roads. I began to wonder to myself if I saw this lady on the side of the road setting down one load of groceries and then going back to get another set over and over again would I stop to help her? How many times had she had to carry groceries like that? She didn't really seem to mind, it didn't seem to bother her at all and I guess it shouldn't. But it just stuck in my mind. I wondered how many people had passed her trekking that mile home loaded down with groceries and didn't even think a second thought about her?

Our conversation faded and I looked at the her truly looked at her, she looked worn out and tired but one thought stuck in my mind She is a child of God! She is a child of our Heavenly Father just like me, and Heavenly Father loves her dearly!
Then I started to look around at everyone else on the bus, some people were younger then me some people older then me, some haggard, some all dressed up but this same thought came to my mind They are all children of God! Who loves them! Do they know that?
This thought stuck with me as I said goodbye to the Lady on the bus. She thanked me for helping with her groceries but I wish I had done more then just carry them on the bus.

Suddenly as I walked around going places and doing things I saw people just a little bit differently. I have always known that we are all children of God but this time it was different. I saw someone who looked a little bit scary all decked out in black and sunken in eyes but this time instead of being scared of them I couldn't help but think You are a child of God too! Do you know that? Do you know how much he loves you? It was a little silly but I couldn't help but wonder if they knew how much they were loved? Sometimes we tend to forget when we are in our deepest sorrows.

I really don't know what it was but suddenly as I ran my errands people began to talk to me, and not just the usual "Hey how are you doing?" and then walk away kind of talk. Maybe it is because I actually looked interested in what they are saying, because I was seeing people differently this day.

One women told me " I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, my doctor says people tend to get it after they are 55 but I am not even 55 yet, but life is still good."

Another little old man told me that he was so excited to watch the Olympics but he was sure there was going to be a terrorist attack. His wife told him he needed to think positive. Then he added that I shouldn't go sledding down Old Main hill because I would probably hit a tree. His wife again said to be positive. I don't know why but it made me laugh, this little old couple. One was a worry wart and the other was a go with the flow kind of person.

I asked a lady at the store if she liked her job. She said she did and then told me it had great insurance. Her daughter had been a preemie and her insurance had paid for all the medical bills. Her daughter is nine now, almost in the double digits. Just at the mention of her daughter her face lit up. It is crazy that you can tell how much someone loves and adores another person just from an expression.

I know none of these things are extraordinary, not even what people talked to me about, and maybe they are even a little silly, but simple things always turn out to be great things. I know I should listen to people everyday of my life but I don't, I know everyone is a child of God, but sometimes I don't look at them like they are, which is wrong. God loves us all so much. I know not everyone believes that, remembers, or knows it but that doesn't change the facet the he does. So I wonder to myself: Would I stop to help the lady with her groceries on a snowy day even if it made me late to where I was going?