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(I happened upon this unfinished draft this morning.  I wish I had published it back in December when it happened.  But it was still a good memory, and a good reminder, especially as Easter is not far away.  We can remember the Savior and make a difference any time of the year.)

This year (2016) we have been participating in the #LightTheWorld campaign with a little success, though certainly not perfection.  Day 6 was, "Jesus read the scriptures, and so can I."  I know this, because we had just decided to forgo our family morning scripture study due to oversleeping, and just pray instead.  We checked out what the activity for Light the World was, and when we saw "read the scriptures," the reminder couldn't have been clearer.  Even on hurried mornings, the scriptures MUST be a part of our lives.  They are a vital protection to our family every day.  But I digress.  A post on the scriptures is for another day.

This post is about feeding the hungry.  I wanted to donate to a food bank for this activity, which is one of the suggested activities.  But a busy day of schoolwork, teaching, and chauffeuring my kids from place to place got the better of me.  Ahh, intentions.

In the middle of chauffeuring, I found myself at the grocery store with my oldest daughter.  We bought a few things that I had missed on my weekly grocery run (which happens every week, btw), including a sack of apples.  As we left the store parking lot on our way home, a man stood near the street with a sign--"Anything helps."  Hannah pulled an apple out of our sack and gave it to him, and he accepted it with gratitude.  As we pulled away, Hannah turned to me and said, "Today was 'Jesus fed the hungry.'  We just fed the hungry."

I was so thankful for the opportunity to make a small difference, when my intentions to make a big difference didn't pan out.  Even my efforts to make a "big" difference would have been small, comparatively speaking.  But even the Savior, who makes all the difference, took time to make a small difference to just one.  Over and over, he reached out to one.  And this individual attention is what makes the difference, still, for each one of us.

One hungry person.  One apple.  One very good reminder.



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