This is Your Mission – Should You Choose to Accept it . . .
Tonight I left the engine running. I wanted to be conspicuous. I waited. Then waited some more. At times, exercising patience is just part of the job.
Another white truck entered the nearly-empty parking lot. My growling stomach reminded me that I had left in the middle of making dinner. One consolation, though, was that every light had turned green, just for me as I drove, and I made it to the next town in record time!
Could that be my contact? A quick flash of my lights should do it!
Nothing. I shot a text to my contact. She sent a text back. It WAS her.
I got out and waved. A truck door opened and a woman with long dark hair emerged. The freezing weather made me shiver, but she had on a sleeveless shirt. I wondered where her coat was, but I knew better than to ask.
On the corner beneath a single street lamp, dimmed by the hazy cold of a winter’s night, the exchange was finally made. My eyes searching; her eyes were downcast. Tears glistened on the corners of her eyes as I pressed the small envelope in her hand. Still she was cautious.
“I want you to know I won’t mistreat this but I will use it wisely.” Her voice trailed.
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It catches my attention. It won’t leave my thoughts! Like a short commercial that loops round-and-round in my mind, something begins to take shape.
Sometimes certain things weigh on me so strongly, that I know without a doubt that God is alerting me to an assignment, a “mission” if you will.
Usually it happens when I am totally busy, engrossed in another task, or casually reading through e-mail or even Facebook. The alert might comer through a brief introduction, or even a wrong number calling my dental assisting school.
God’s not too picky who He uses. A merciful attitude and open, willing heart are pretty much all the requirements necessary. Oh yes, and a willingness to be inconvenienced!
Inconvenience is not a condition acceptable to most people. It’s got to be convenient or they won’t sign on!
Sometimes these “missions” are totally “undercover. In fact, most of the time, they are undercover.
Not tonight however.
I was meeting her because of one little line in the newsfeed of Freecycle.
Her only request had been a “pair of used boots for her 14 year old daughter” whose boots had just fallen apart and she couldn’t afford to replace them.
I watched the news feed on and off all day. Usually people on Freecycle are very prompt but no one, I say no one, responded to hers. I felt bad.
That’s when I kept getting the feeling to respond. I knew it would take a few exchanges before she might trust the communication. And so it was.
When I offered to buy her teen some boots, she e-mailed back that she couldn’t let me do that. I probed a little and she admitted that she had a hard time receiving things from people.
Whereupon, I told her it wasn’t from me, but God wanted her teen to have a pair of shoes that would be totally her own and fit her own foot pattern.
My time as a third grade foster-child gave me a great appreciation for shoes that fit. Prior to that time my feet were stuffed into anything that looked like it might do. The discomfort and damage I endured can hardly be expressed. As I shared that with her, she began to open up.
We met at the local CVS to make the exchange. We swapped the money I brought and the clothes I had collected for her.
She volunteered that her husband had contracted colon cancer over 4 years ago. He was an RN and was getting his Masters in Theology. She was the CEO of a big company. Life was good, and they had the big house with lots of other creature comforts.
As he become more ill, quitting her job in order to care for him seemed the only option. Soon his kidneys failed and dialysis every other day became routine. Her husband’s work cut him loose just as his insurance cancelled his coverage on a technicality.
One amputation was followed by another. His body just wasn’t healing. Finally the heart gave out. Their world collapsed! He was only 43 years old
Over the four years that the husband had been ill, they slowly lost everything. She and her daughter were now living in a one-bedroom apartment, scraping for an existence. . Additionally, they were helping to care for the woman’s mother.
She mentioned something fondly about her dad, so I asked if he was still with them. I felt horrible as she explained. Her father had also become very ill, but decided to take care of things himself. He took his own life and left her grieving mother in financial straights.
I had put my arm through her arm to hold her as she staggered under the constraint of this burden while she spoke. Leading her to my vehicle, I held her and prayed. There was nothing more to say except that, “God knows”.
She cried openly as I gave her money for boots and produced other things I managed to find in such short order. Then, when I pulled out the stuff I collected from others who responded to my Emergency Call on Facebook or via e-mail, she gasped.
Other things unfolded, and we will be meeting again.
Suffice it to say that God gave me a mission. Obviously it was meant for ME. No one else seemed to see or respond to her cry on the newsfeed.
For Eyes Only…. My eyes.
Holy Spirit knows. He kept stirring my heart.
“Nancy, this is your mission. Should you choose to accept it……”
The rest is history. Mission Possible!
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