A Missed Opportunity

The other evening I was driving through a small town, and had someone with me. As I passed a park, I noticed a person sitting on a swing, alone. Though it was hot and humid, this person had a blue sweatshirt pulled up over (her?) head, and she was looking down at the ground, alone. I continued on, but deep inside of me, I wanted to turn around and check this out. But I was afraid the person who was sitting next to me wouldn't understand and be upset that I was perhaps mingling in someone's personal affairs.
As I drove on, all I could think about was this person...was something troubling her? Was she depressed? Abused? There she was, all alone in a park, dressed way too warmly. Something seemed wrong. I felt guilty not stopping. If I had been alone, I think I would have turned around and talked to her.
For the rest of the trip, I prayed silently for her, and thought about her, and prayed again, and again, that God would give her the help she may need for whatever she is facing. I know God is fully aware of her circumstances...maybe there was nothing wrong. But if there was, He knows her name, and everything about her. And most of all, He loves her! I prayed that God would send someone her way to help her...even if it wasn't me. No, it wasn't me. But He heard my prayers. And I believe He will help her.
Have you ever had this happen to you? Where there was something you could have done for someone...but didn't. Sure, there can be reasons why you didn't act, but still, you didn't.
God is merciful. And even though I missed this opportunity of ministering to someone and sharing the love of Jesus, I pray that He will send more opportunities my way. That my eyes will be open to the needs of others. After all, this is what sharing the love of Jesus is all about!