All His Jewels, Precious Jewels; His Loved & His Own

Several events of late have taught me a lesson I shouldn't need teaching; just do it. Just take a minute or a breath to do something inconsequential for someone. Give thirty extra seconds to a conversation instead of hitting the major points and moving on. Notice the guy that doesn't demand your attention. Know his name and know that he is ok. Hug someone when words fail, maybe that is the reason you haven't the words in the first place.
I have thought today of my interactions with others. Not my relationship, per se. I am not talking about the people I am bound to by blood or friendship. I am thinking about people with whom I have rather transient acquaintance. People with whom I am not in it for the long haul. People who I could tend to my responsibilities toward and move along, be that a courteous nod at the check-out or the administration of medication at the hospital. These people are on my heart today.
Of those interactions, I picture my hand filled with pebbles. Which of those pebbles that I hand out are in fact, precious jewels that will last into eternity? Might I hand someone an emerald or a pearl or ruby if I only search through my stones to find those worth giving away. I'd like to imagine someone, someday, in a dark moment looking into their hand to find there a shimmering gem of mercy, justice and grace that fell from my fingertips as we passed one another. Do I leave eternity in the hands of those I touch? Do I leave something to give them a reason to believe in a Redeemer, even if we too briefly met to have mentioned his name?
Dear God, let the prisoner look into his hands and if he has crossed my path, let there be a shining stone there to remind him of his worth. Let me drop not common pebbles but diamonds into the hands of those you bring into my life, even if only for a moment.

Matthew 25:40 "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'