I have been thinking a lot lately about getting back to something that has brought me such joy in the past. For most of my adult life, I have loved surprising those around me with something special. It isn’t necessarily something amazing, just something that lets them know that someone is thinking of them. That someone has noticed them and loves them.
I have done this in fits and spurts since having children, as it isn’t something that often sits at the forefront of my mind. But my friend, it is such an amazing thing to bless those around you. And the feeling that you get after blessing someone? Indescribable.
In the past, my husband and I have sponsored Christmas for families around us that wouldn’t otherwise get Christmas. I don’t have a need for anything, and I would much rather know that I have given someone else the gift of unconditional love than have another thing collecting dust. I find information about the family we have selected by whatever means I can without being too obvious. And when it is all wrapped up and pretty, my husband often gets the job of invisible delivery boy. Who knew that playing “Nicky Nicky nine doors” as an adult could have such wonderful results?
We have also just dropped off random packages we feel that still small voice telling us that someone needs something. We have dropped of food to those who have lost a family member, or care packages to those who have recently had a life change. We have gifted bags to others that we feel God speaking to us about.
There was one lady that we knew at church. She seems to lead a somewhat lonely life. She is a beautiful soul who believes that a hug will always make someone feel better. I had felt God prompting me with her name, so I made a gift package up for her. She came into the church one afternoon after she had been in a small car accident, only to find that my package was waiting for her. She told our church secretary that it absolutely made her week to receive a gift at just that moment. She was worrying how she was going to get from A to B as her car was getting fixed, as she didn’t have the extra insurance that covered a rental car. She was concerned about how much the cost was going to be to get her car fixed. It was just a really stressful week for her. And yet here she walks into church, and a gift is waiting just for her. She knew right then and there that God had this. She needed only to trust him. And to this day, she still doesn’t know it was me. Because I am just the delivery person. The credit goes to Him.
I’m not telling you this to brag, or make you think I have this amazing, simple life that allows me to just do perfect things. I assure you, that is far from the case. I am just trying to tell you that sometimes, in the middle of your crazy, you could be an answer to someone else’s prayer. Maybe they are waiting for you to say “Yes” to that still, small voice.
It can be as simple as asking the person next to you how they are. And actually listening to their response. I challenge everyone who reads this to see how many hearts they can touch this week. Tell that cashier that they are really good at their job. Smile and tell another Mom you know that she is an amazing mother. Call your parents and thank them for letting you survive your teenage years!
If you have a prayer request, I would feel honoured if you would leave it in the comments below so that I can lift you up in prayer.