It was a gorgeous morning this past Labor Day, and I opened the windows of our home, turned off the central air and sat down in the living room to enjoy breakfast with our visitors. Gary’s sister and husband came to spend Labor Day weekend with us. As we ate we were interrupted by a loud, almost yelling female voice coming from the street. Had the windows not been opened, we wouldn’t have heard the voice out in the street.
“Hey there…. Hey, you in there!” We thought it was some folks out on the street. But the voice persisted. I looked out the window and there appeared to be a woman calling toward us from her car. She had stopped in the middle of the street frantically trying to get our attention!
I opened the door to investigate. She yelled from the street that she was grateful that someone was home and could help her! It was 7:30 in the morning and she was on the way to work. There was a piece of furniture out on the curb a block away, she said, that she wanted but had to get to work. She had knocked on the door of the folks that lived there, but no one answered. She then begged me to approach that home a bit later when perhaps the family was up and ask if they would let her get it after work. “It’s too big to put into my car and I have to get to work! Please ask those folks if I can have it later!” I asked for her name and cell number just in case and agreed to do it.
She said it would be perfect for her grand children and that she “would just throw a mattress on it and make it a bed!”
I realized that she wasn’t a woman of affluence but rather someone who was hard-working and desperately in love with her grand children! That desperate plea struck my heart and I was determined to check it out.
About an hour later I walked down the street to find this piece of furniture and the home it belonged to. I had no idea what to look for, as her description was a bit abstract. I saw nothing that looked like she described, but found what I thought she was referring to. There were two bed frames that were made of heavy plastic. I wish I’d taken a photo because I’ve never seen anything like it! I was actually impressed at her find and realized that they may have been pretty pricey, thus the urgency to get them!
Knock! Knock! No One’s Home
I attempted to meet the owners of these cool bed frames but to no avail. They must’ve been gone for the day. So what was I to do? I decided to return home and make a sign for them. I made a tacky one in a hurry to get it there quickly, but I didn’t care (and I’m pretty particular about that kind of thing) because I was determined to do my best to help her out! I found it personally exciting to quietly return home, write the note without the rest of the family seeing me, take it back to tape to those bed frames, and let Karen know I was on it! I texted her a pic of the sign, and prayed that no one would take them before she returned at 5 pm to haul them away. Then I let it go.
Some hours later I went out to run an errand and saw some men moving one of them! I was so disappointed! I didn’t know what to do. I whispered a prayer that they wouldn’t take the second one, then went on my way. When I returned, they were both gone. My heart sank. There was nothing I could do. That was almost a week ago.
“Hey! Hey in there!”
Yesterday morning I opened the windows once again, for it was another beautiful day. It was Saturday and I had some things to do around the house. At around 3:00 I wanted to take a break and walked into the living room to join Gary. “Hey! Hey in there!” What? Was that Karen? I went out and there she was again, calling to me! I started to apologize that things didn’t work out and she yelled back: “But they did! I got them! Both of them! I just wanted to come by to thank you!” As you can imagine, my heart leaped for joy and I shared in her happiness!
She went on to explain, from the car, that it was her two male friends who whisked them away! I was so relieved to hear that! There I stood outside my door, Karen in her car out in the street, as I quietly thanked Jesus for providing them for her. She then asked if she could pull over and get out to give me a hug. Humbled and pleased, of course I agreed, as that is exactly what I would’ve wanted to do had I been in her shoes.
An Unexpected Blessing.
I buzzed her into our village gate and she gave me a big hug and thanked me over and over. We chatted for a minute or so. She said she couldn’t believe all that I did to help her, and how “kind” I was to rescue those items. I quietly thanked Jesus for nudging me at the time, and told her it was just as much a blessing for me as it was for her! So we hugged again, and were about to depart when she gasped and said, “Oh, look, you have something on your shirt!”. I looked down as she speedily slipped a $20 bill into my shirt opening and ran off, saying “I can’t thank you enough!”. There I stood, mouth wide open, dumbfounded and truly blessed by her kindness!
I walked back into my house, shut the door and proceeded to send her the following text: “You paid it forward my new friend! Thanks so so much! This was a true blessing from you!”
I know her name. I know her phone number. I now know that we’ll be meeting for coffee before long. We’ll hang out together and see what God has for our new friendship!
I am especially blessed when Jesus guides me into new relationships that are all His Doing! He’s got a plan and I can’t wait to see what it is!
I’ll keep you posted…!