Difficult week

I start by stating God is good.  Even with difficult weeks, maybe especially with difficult weeks, God is good!  It seems that I have spent my week fighting.  Part of that is my job; fighting with a lady to stay in the hospital for treatment, fighting with a family who wants to move grandpa out so they can have his place and fighting with so little time for all that needs done.  This week I feel like I have been fighting with so much more though.  I am fighting with those who I thought were on my side.  The side to assist people.  Decisions are questioned or simply ignored, I am ignored by those that I tell my stories to, by saying there is nothing they can do.  I have been physically exhausted for a week or two and then the "fighting" has worn me down.  Most days I think I am the luckiest person on this planet.  I have the love of my God and my family.  I actually get paid to do what I feel is my mission in life.  Then I get the honor and privilege to serve with Love in Action.  But my attitude was stinky by Friday and when I received a call from a man wanting to work so he could have gasoline to make it to Toledo, I was honestly not feeling very giving.
I called and talked with him and he told me of car troubles and having parts replaced and now no money and he and his wife just wanted to get home.  I asked him many personal questions and he kept stating that he was willing to work for gasoline he did not want handouts.  I prayed and told him to meet me at Speedway station and have his identification with him.
Well God, Jesus or the Holy Spirit (maybe all three) worked on my heart and by the time I reached Speedway, I was willing to see what I could do to help.  It was very evident that the two have little to their names.  They are both on SSI and their shoes had holes.  He wanted to show me the part that got replaced,,,it was in the back seat with a giant iguana.  I thought the iguana was stuffed until it swung it's head around to me when I leaned in the window to talk with the wife!  Filled up the car with gasoline and he asked if there was any way that I could spare a bag of chips or something to "tide" them over until they reached home.  The sincerity of these two were priceless.  I told them to follow me to KFC and told them to order what they wanted to eat.  He wanted extra biscuits but when they told them they would be extra, he said no, even though I told him to get them.
They got the food to go as he said they had a long way to go to get home.  They both thanked me again and I told them that what was given to them was from a church who wants to show God's love to the world.  He then asked if I would have the church pray for them.  He said they gave their lives to God a year ago, but their life seems to have only gotten worse since then.  I prayed with them and assured them there would be more people praying for them than me.  They left with a smile on their faces and headed to Toledo.  I could have easily missed this moment by my attitude and only seeing what happened in my week.  I repented and asked God to forgive me for my selfishness.
I called them today and they made it home last night.  Please pray for Michael and his sweet wife.  Experiences like this sorta put my life in perspective.  I am blessed beyond imagination and loved by a passionate God.