I’m typing this at Starbucks sitting next to my best gal (my daughter) and a venti vanilla chai latte. Our modem went caput a couple of days ago, so I’m cruelly aware of how much I use the internet. Thanks to a smart phone, my eldest son’s shoes still got ordered and my borderline unhealthy addiction to facebook has been placated. Ahem, but I digress.
I ran to Barnes and Noble last night to publish yesterday’s post from my laptop… And as I was there, the heavy rain started up again. When they
kicked me out politely told me the store was closed at 9:00, I walked out the front door to join all the others huddled in a mass, wondering if the rain would let up long enough for them to make a dash for their cars.
Thankfully, I had gotten the spot right smack in front of B&N, so it was an easy few feet dash through the rain for me. I climbed into my car and started my engine, then looked again at the ten or so people still standing under the meager covering, silently beseeching the rain to stop.
But it didn’t.
I turned my car slightly and pulled right up to the curb, rolling down the window, “Anyone want a ride to your car? I can fit six passengers.” [These are the sorts of moves, in retrospect, that drive my protective husband ab.solute.ly. crazy… but thankfully, I didn’t pick up any serial killers. This time.]
A lovely couple in their 50’s or 60’s, I’d guess, took me up on my offer, and I shuttled them to the other end of the parking lot. They thanked me abundantly.
Of course, you know how the math on this one works: I was so grateful for the opportunity to bless someone.
As I drove back past the waiting mass, I thought about how like life this little interchange is. So here are two thoughts on it:
1. Use your blessing. A good parking spot is minor in the grand scheme of things, but when we ask God to give us eyes to see how we can bless others right where we are, amazing things can happen in His name. Look for ways to bless others as you go through your day. Then do them.
2. Receive others’ blessings. We live in a total “I got this” sort of culture where it can feel foreign and uncomfortable to accept help from strangers. But just a thought: sometimes God stops the rain, and sometimes He offers dry passage through it. Figuratively speaking: don’t stay huddled under the overhang.
So, tell me, how have you shared or received an unexpected blessing?