Then Sings My Soul Saturday - Here I am

Spencer and I are finally in Washington, DC for the National Epilepsy Walk. We had a little bit of a rough time getting here but we made it. Our first flight was cancelled this morning. Then our second flight was delayed. Then we sat on the runway forever before we took off. Upon arrival, we checked in and decided to get some dinner. We walked a few blocks to a restaurant where the waitress spilled two full drinks on me. I was soaked from head to toe - not the greatest day.
As I sat there dripping I thought, I have two choices. I can be really mad and behave very poorly, or I can reflect Christ. I decided to show forgiveness. The funny part was the people sitting around me couldn't believe I responded the way I did. They kept saying things like, "you are being too nice." "I would be really mad."
The manager gave us our meal and a gift card for later and offered to pay for my dry cleaning. I tipped the waitress and told her not to worry about it, that I had spilled my share of food on customers when I was waiting tables in college. As I left, I thought about what the people sitting around me thought. They had seen us pray over our food, then they had seen me show kindness and forgiveness.  What if I had over reacted and been cruel to the waitress? What would people have thought then? 
Every encounter we have with others gives us the opportunity to show the love of Christ. All of our life should be an offering. He can use everything in His plan. 
I love this song by Downhere. It has great lyrics. I have often thought of it with big issues or challenges in life, but it also applies to the little things - things like being kind to a waitress who spills a drink on your head.  He has sent us into the world to be His representatives - to reflect Him and His love and forgiveness.
Will you say "Here I am, Lord send me?"

Sometimes your calling, comes in dreamsSometimes it comes in the Spirit's breeze,You reach for the deepest hope in me,And call out for the things of eternity.
But I'm a man, of dust and stains,You move in me, so I can say,
Here I am, Lord send me,All of my life, I make an offering,Here I am, Lord send me,Somehow my story is part of your plan,Here I am
When setbacks and failures, and upset plans,Test my faith and leave me with empty hands,Are you not the closest when it's hardest to stand?I know that you will finish what you began.
These broken parts you redeem,Become the song, that I can sing
Overwhelmed by the thought of my weakness,And the fear that I'll fail you in the end,In this mess, I'm just one of the pieces, I can't put this together but you can
Here I am, Lord send me,All of my life, I make an offering.Here I am, Lord send me,Somehow my story is part of your plan,Here I am.

Sweet Blessings,

Amy