a roll of tape, a prayer, and a miniature French poodle
Well
my dear ones,
A
short time ago,
heading
out to the Post Office,
I
got the distinct impression to
grab
a roll of tape,
packing
tape, off my desk.
I
brought it to the car,
but
once I got to the Post Office,
I
was tempted to leave it outside,
since
I had no need for it;
my
stuff was already wrapped.
I
felt like I should bring it in anyway,
so
I did.
Inside
was a woman trying to seal a package;
she
needed some tape, so I sealed it for her.
Fast
forward to the next day:
I
go to get some gas,
but
feel like I should go inside and
get
a cup of coffee, too.
As
I go to check out, the woman in front of me
is
telling the clerk about her cancer.
From
the context, I can tell that the clerk
does
not know this woman, who is elderly,
and
just needs someone to tell her story to
(as
it appeared she lived alone).
When
she was done checking out,
I
chatted with her (Kathleen) for a bit.
I
asked if I might pray with her
about
her cancer,
and
she said that made her feel better.
Fast
forward a few more days:
I
go out for a walk;
it’s
lunchtime, and I go to a nearby lake.
Halfway
around the lake, I run out of sidewalk.
Just
as I’m about to turn around,
I
get the impression that I really should
take
the grassy path
the
rest of the way around.
A
ways before I got to my car
(and
where I would not have been
had I gone my own way),
I
came upon a mother holding a baby
with
3 more daughters playing with
the
family dog, a miniature French poodle
(one
third the size of an average cat,
all black, and cute as a button).
A
girl of about 12 had the little spud
dancing
around on her hind legs,
much
to the amusement of her younger siblings.
Just
as I approached them,
a
truck came down the road,
and
the little pup headed toward the road,
dragging
her leash.
The
Mom yelled out,
“Don’t
you have her leash!”
But
the young girl had dropped it
while
she was busy playing.
I
yelled out, “here, baby!”
and
reached over and scooped the little spud up
before
she could make it to the road.
As
the happy little doggie licked my face,
the
family thanked me for catching Babette.
And
what I take from these three
seemingly
unrelated events is this:
God
cares even about the
(seemingly
to us)
small
things of life.
I
didn’t know that woman would need some tape,
but
God knew.
Just
as God knew Kathleen needed prayer,
and
prompted some guy to get a cup of coffee
that
he didn’t need (or perhaps he did =>)
but
she needed him to get.
And
God knew that those little girls loved their
little
Bet-bet (her knick name, as they told me)
and
would be heart-broken
if
anything happened to her,
hence
one’s steps were guided on the right path.
*shrugs*
As
the Good Book says,
“I
will instruct you and teach you
in the way you should go;
I will guide you with My eye.” (Psalm 32:8)
Some
people are called upon to do big things,
like
save people from a burning building,
or
discover the cure for a deadly disease.
And
some people are called upon to do
the
small things,
like
handing someone what they need,
praying
with a sick person,
or
rescuing a tiny puppy.
Don’t
begrudge God if you haven’t yet
been
called on to do what
we
think of as “big.”
In
God’s way of seeing things,
I
think even what we call small things
might
be huge.
So
keep your heart open to the call;
there
are people out there who need you,
and
God will lead you to them.
Have
a great week. =)
grace, peace, and love to you,
dave
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