One day Dad came home from work and gathered all the family together for one of those solemn, the-family-has-something-big-to-talk-about meetings. At first I thought that maybe they were considering adopting or something really big, but it was just about Little Red (our name for the car).
Dad explained that on his way to work he came across a woman stranded on the side of the road. Her car was done for. Dad gave her a lift to work (which was conveniently on base) and came home with a decision to make. He and mom had talked and they wanted to give the woman Little Red. They asked what we thought and we were all in favor of it. So, Little Red moved on and blessed another person.
Now I'm 31 (at least until the 27th) and have my own family to call together for one of those the-family-has-something-big-to-talk-about meetings. Nope, I'm not expecting.
On Saturday, I was on my way to meet Jon at a restaurant and was first in line at a light. From a truck next to me, a man jumped out of the passenger side and ran in front of my car, waving his arms wildly and shouting toward a car in another lane. I looked in that direction and saw a smoking car and fire underneath. The woman heard the man and she and a boy bailed out of the car safely.
About that time the light changed and I went on, praying, "Lord, what can I do to help that woman?" My only thought at the time was that she might need a ride somewhere. Later that evening as I was lying in bed I thought about Little Red. Maybe our van could bless a woman who no longer has a car.
People are so much more important than money in my pocket. I don't know if I will even be able to track that woman down, but I'm so glad that my parents demonstrated what it is to bless others. And I'm thankful to have the Holy Spirit quicken my mind to remember Little Red and to move my heart with compassion.
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And now the rest of the story:
Actually it was Mom who picked up the woman and it was she who suggested we give the car to the woman. Mom was the one who heard the Lord and obeyed. We (you kids and I) just got on board to enjoy the ride with her and it was a joy.
Little Red meant the world to the woman (American Indian) who had to commute about 75 miles each way, each day from the Indian reservation near Lawton. Without the car, she had no livelihood.
Isn't it neat that God blessed both the woman and us in that incident? And look, He's doing it again with your van.
Pop (and Mom)are so proud of you, Hubby Man, and the kids. What a blessing you are to us.
Pop
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