A gift of cash (enough to make a difference) was quietly given to me, with the idea that I might pass it on to someone who needs it or help someone. This little mom with three children endured a hard season when their home burned down, a rental, but needless to say, they were without a place to stay. So they’d spent these past months trying to save for a deposit, and I’d heard she’d found a new home to rent. The mom also received a new battery for her car, thanks to another dear couple, and she’s now been blessed with a job. But the challenges still loomed, and I could see how this gift might bring relief.
Not sure where to find her since a little had passed, I headed to the shelter, wondering if someone knew her new address or where she worked. But the answers didn’t give me any direction, so I prayed for the Lord’s guidance, especially as I checked several leads and couldn’t find her.
I planned to stop by another spot to drop off clothes to a friend in need, and I soon sat in my Honda at a stop sign. In a simple enough moment, but the timing was precise, the parking lot by the library allowed me to pray and comfort someone who broke down in tears when she saw me. As it turned out, this pause at the intersection would be one of those moments when I knew the Lord guided my steps or, in my case, my little car because God sent me to a group of friends on the street who loved Gatorade, and I had plenty.
