The Little Things
In a few days, I am going to take part in a baby shower for 52 precious mommas that chose life. Over the past couple of weeks, individuals, life groups, companies, and friends have adopted these young ladies and purchased new baby items to help meet a need. It is truly one of the most beautiful things to be a part of. There are so many people out there with huge hearts that have the means to bless these mommas.
However, there are people out there that would love to be able to financially contribute to something like this. It is such a great feeling to be able to bless another individual, but sometimes our bank accounts don’t measure up to what our hearts want to do. This thought was really heavy on my heart today as I drove home from Wal-Mart. God did something so cool in that moment, He brought me back to a couple of years ago when I was grocery shopping.
I pulled into the store to grab a few items before a major thunderstorm was about to hit. I was overwhelmed, overtired, and in a hurry. I grabbed the items I needed, checked out, and got ready to leave the store when I heard the sound I was trying to beat. There was a loud boom followed by the down pour of rain. I was defeated (to say the least). I walked to the exit and sat there looking at my car 30 feet away. Any normal day I would just run to the car, but today I had my seven year old and my brand new baby in the basket. I was not about to risk the baby getting sick to just run to the car. I wanted to CRY!
Enter the stranger dressed like she just came from a tennis match. I’m sure she could see the desperate, near emotional breakdown look on my face and she stopped and asked if she could stand right by the door with my children so that I could pull the car up under the covering. Normally I am totally against leaving my children with strangers, but she just had a peaceful and genuine look to her. I sprinted to my car, never taking my eyes off the girls and drove up under the awning. I was able to load them in the car without them getting soaked and drove home. You can’t imagine the sense of relief that I felt in that moment.
Sometimes we can think that because we can’t do something big, we can’t do anything at all. Or that the small things don’t matter. Nothing this lady did was over the top. She didn’t spend any money on me, she didn’t provide any tangible item, all she did was stop for 1 minute and stand next to my children. She could have just walked by us to get her groceries, but she didn’t. She saw a need and she offered to help. It has been well over a year and a half since that woman crossed my path, and I still remember what she did for me. Take it from me, even the small blessings matter. Sometimes they are even the ones that will forever stick with us!
Written by Autumn Mills
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