sad reality

I wonder how many divine appointments I miss because I am too uncertain, afraid or unwilling? I wonder if heaven will be less populated because I didn't sow a seed or water a seed or take the time to reap a seed already sown and watered? I wonder how many people have stayed sick or confused or bound because I didn't have the guts to speak a word, lend an ear or pray a prayer right then and there?

Recently, I became aware that someone I had briefly met passed away in tragic circumstances. I had a few short moments with this person. My life was impacted by those moments, but not enough for me to be brave enough or willing enough to step out of my comfortable world into her sad one. I brought food for her body, but did not take even a moment to feed her soul. I could have, but I was afraid to. I wish I would have.