Today I took a chance. I did something kind-of brave because I sensed God asked me to. The results were breath-taking. God is amazing. He really, really loves us. He answers prayer.
(At first I wasn’t going public with the story. I treasured it to my heart for a time, but as I reflect on December 19, I decided to share the journal entry. It is to God’s glory. He is amazing . . . So if you’re my Facebook friend and wondered what happened that day, now you can know. Here goes:)
I finally did it. I finally knocked on the stranger’s door like He told me to do a week and a half ago. I texted my son with the address, just ‘cause I had no idea what I was getting into and figured someone should know where I was.
At first no one answered. I told the Lord, “I’m only doing this once. If this is your deal, and You led me here today like I thought You did, You’re going to have to send someone to this door. I’m not going to find the courage to come back and try again.”
The door opened.
I stood there, awkward, fumbling for words. “I . . . uh . . . can I just tell you my story?”
A woman, probably in her 30s, stood before me, brow wrinkled.
“I . . . take walks for exercise and I . . . um . . . sometimes pray for the people in the houses I pass. And well,”
I’m crying now, feeling silly, but feeling Him.
The woman begins to cry. I wrap her in my arms and cry with her. “I have food in my van, can I bring it in?”
On my second trip into the house with food, an older woman comes downstairs. She tells me how her daughter (the woman I met earlier) lost her home and moved in with her five children and how the cute little guy on the couch is her grandson. She babysits for her granddaughter, a single mom.
“My husband and I are retired,” she says. “We’re trying to help, but it’s hard. In the mornings I wake up and tell my sweet Jesus that I don’t know how we’re going to make it, and He has to help us. It’s hardest on the little ones. They don’t understand when we have no meat, but I tell them if we have beans and macaroni, we have food.” A tear traces her cheek.
The woman’s faith, perseverance, and strength humble me. That I get to serve such a faithful servant humbles me. How God loves the two of us through this incident blows me away, reminds me that He is the One who Sees. That His love is bigger than I can fathom.
Amazed by my God, on cloud nine I drive home.
(But I wish I hadn’t taken so long to obey. I wish I’d given them food sooner.)
I’m undone again as I post this. No updates today.
How About You?
What has happened in your life that leaves you undone–in a humble, good way?