The Generous Mr. Lovewell is Real!
When MercyMe released The Generous Mr. Lovewell on May 4, 2010, the band hoped to inspire not-so-random acts of kindness, extravagant selflessness and faithful optimism all over the country. The band partnered with radio stations to get the message out, and the stories began to pour in.
"It's one thing to be kind to someone, to be decent," says Bart Millard, frontman for MercyMe, "if we really believe we have this hope, then to stop short – to not be the hands and feet of Jesus – seems almost offensive. Our dream is for this album to inspire others to 'pay it forward' to the cross. It doesn't have to be about major sacrifices. Just let your life become such that people know what you stand for."
Here at gmclife.com, we applaud MercyMe's creative campaign, and we invited you – our dear readers – to submit Lovewell stories of your own about the people who've impacted your lives with their unselfish acts of kindness. We were blown away by your stories and are thrilled to share a few of our favorites here.
Loved For Me When I Couldn't
My name is Alicia, and I want to write a "loving well" story about my sister Andrea. About nine years ago, I separated from my husband and was left with my four children to care for. I was addicted to drugs and alcohol and was not faithful to care for my children. My sister and my mother took all my children in and cared for them when I couldn't. Andrea was a stay-at-home mom herself and began home schooling all my children. She continued to raise them in their studies and values of God. I thank God for the support that she gave them when I wasn't able to, the sacrifices she made and the care she gave. The Lord has blessed me with a job, cleaned me up and has restored my life. I have been clean and sober for about five years, and I've been reconciled with my husband and my children for about three years now. I praise God for giving me my sister, Andrea.
Laura's Giving Heart
In 1961, my Air Force husband, my two children and I were moving from Hampton, Virginia, to Fairfax County, Virginia, where my husband had been reassigned. We were having severe cold weather, and snow was falling (for a total of about 12 inches that day). There was no water nor gas for heat. We were cold, hungry and couldn't leave the house. At about ten in the morning, I looked out the window and saw a very petite person making her way through all the snow, carrying something. It was our neighbor from two houses up the street. Her name was Laura Rosenberg. She brought a thermos of coffee for the adults, hot chocolate for the children and warm pastries. Later she brought soup and sandwiches for lunch and a casserole for dinner. That was the beginning of a close friendship with Laura and her family that spanned 49 years and several moves. I was privileged to teach one of her children. Laura had faced and overcome many adversities in her life, but her loving and giving heart won each time. She passed away on May 7, 2010. Her passing left a hole in my heart. My children, grandchildren and some of my great grandchildren treasure her memory.
Postman to the Rescue
We've always been driven to serve. However, we have recently found ourselves on the receiving end.When our business was under 3 1/2 feet of water due to the recent floods here in Nashville, one helper in particular stood out to me. This "Mr. Lovewell" is actually our postman! We know him in no other circles, yet he took a day's vacation to come and help us. The most miraculous thing was that he brought (and left) an industrial strength wheelbarrow to help with demolition needs. That wheelbarrow saved my life when 2,200 pounds of wall pallets collapsed and fell right on me. The only thing between me and the pallets was – you guessed it – the wheelbarrow! Brought and left by someone with no other purpose than to help. I give all Glory to God.
A Mom to Single Moms
A wonderful sister in the Lord named Trish spends her life "loving well." I lost my mom several years ago and then moved away to a new area where I didn't know a soul. I started going to church and signed up to have someone come talk to me, and that person "happened" to be Trish. We hit it off the moment we met. It was like we'd known each other forever. Even my daughter immediately felt close to her. Since then, Trish has taken us under her wing, treated us like family and has been a beautiful mother figure to me and a grandmother figure to my daughter. She gives unconditionally of herself and never asks for anything in return. I'm not in a position to do very much to reciprocate, but I love her and she knows it. I have learned over the years that this is who she is and what she does. She gives herself to single moms who really need love and support. I'm so grateful for Trish, someone who really knows how to "love well."
A Light to A Troubled Son
Back in 2008–2009, my son, Bobby, was going through a very rebellious period. Because I am a single mother (widowed since 1996), my neighbor Bruce would come to our house every day after I left for work to make sure Bobby went to school.If Bobby hadn't left for school, Bruce would take him. On the way, Bruce would talk to my son about his life, and how his actions affected everyone around him, trying with all of his might to help Bobby see that the path he was on was a dead-end street. Without Bruce, my son wouldn't have made it out of middle school.When our condo association wanted to evict us due to Bobby's behavior, Bruce stood up for me and my family. We moved in the summer of 2009, but every time Bobby saw Bruce after that, he would stop and talk to him. Sadly, my son died in a drowning incident on November 30, 2009, and wasn't able to straighten out his life before his death. Bruce was the only person who believed in my son, besides my daughter, Katy, and me. He is the epitome of a Christian in my eyes.
Going the Extra Mile
My story is about my son who is 30 years old. He was flying home from a business trip to Los Angeles when a woman sitting one seat over opened her Bible. My son started to talk to her abouthis faith, and the woman mentioned she was visiting her mother in a nursing home. Her mother was dealing with dementia. This woman, who was going to rent a car, asked my son for directions. After landing, she was concerned she'd get lost, so my son offered to lead her to the highway she was supposed to take. She offered him money to drive her to the nursing home. My son refused the money but took her to the nursing home, which was several miles from his home. My son and the lady still communicate to this day. It just shows you what God can do for us in all circumstances.
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