Coincidence

Usually my blog has a recipe and a story. This time, it is just a story of how things sometimes happen that we don't understand but hopefully we never forget.

















Today I am remembering something that started out as a routine day ended up being anything but routine. I was working and decided to take a break and go to a "one day" sale at a local thrift store. Everything was 50% off the regular price and I love a bargain. Soon after I entered the store I noticed a tall exotic looking woman. She wore a colorful turban and I remember thinking how striking her beauty was. Her skin was smooth and bronze colored and her dark hair has hints of silver.

When I was in line to pay for my single item, a pair of pants for my daughter, it was this beautiful woman who came in line behind me. She asked how I was able to fix my hair the way I did. I thought she meant my extra curly bun and told her it was natural.. I just pulled it back and let it do it's thing. She said "no... the silver shining in your hair looks like it was painted on"... oh. She was talking about my grey roots. I remembered something sad for a moment and said "that comes from having children, I guess and too many years of hard work". She took my hand and said "oh no.. never too many years of hard work. You have been and are a blessing to many". Just as I lay the pants down to pay for them, she placed her hand over mine and handed the money to the cashier. With as smile she said "it is paid for". The thought that came immediately to my mind was Jesus final words on the cross... "it is finished". The debt for mankind was paid for including the least of these, me.

Other than to say "thank you", I was speechless. I walked toward the exit in a daze. As I pushed the door to go out I turned to look for her but she was gone. I don't know if she left through another door or if she was an angel sent to remind me that the world is not always as I see it.

It is said that coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous. A few days later, I got a postcard in the mail that I will not discuss here but it was hard for me to read the words written in that tiny space. Perhaps it was not a coincidence at all... perhaps I needed to know that He never leaves me and understands that sometimes we have to trust God that things happen for a reason but He sees us as we are and loves us still.

Ester 9:22 "Their sorrows were turned to joy and their mourning into a day of celebration". Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Love,
Nana