Anxious hearts are very heavy, but a word of encouragement does wonders!
Scars are wounds that have healed yet they each have a story. Whether good or bad, God can take those scars and use them for his glory.
But wounds are injuries, cuts, hurts, offenses, or upsets that are still bleeding. Brought to the forefront of my mind was a gaping hole that I had never let heal from years prior. When the invitation was given for prayer, I leaped. The woman wrapped her arms around me and prayed for release from the pain and hurt that made up this wound. I was ready and willing.
Although there were 28 DUI’s that same night, for three full days my son’s mug shot and information was blasted on the news day and night. The phone calls increased. I was thankful that I did not have to go to a job the next day to see the sneers and hear the murmurs.
Yes, my son was foolish and made a mistake. I felt guilty, I felt embarrassed, and I construed in my mind the things people were probably saying about him and about me. Because that is what people do, they thrive on drama and gossip.
Yet the most refreshing and heartfelt comment came from a fellow writer friend. She told me and I quote, “He is not a reflection of you.”
I needed to hear that. No, he is not. He chose to make that mistake all by himself. He was completely responsible for that mistake himself. My son has never seen his mother take a drink. I have a self-imposed hatred for alcohol because the only affect I have ever seen or experienced is an enormity of pain. Therefore, I just don’t go there….. That does not mean I am judgmental to those who do, I just don’t……
In the midst of this I was embarrassed to go to the store. I was afraid I would run into someone I knew…….but I needed shampoo. So, I walked into Wal-Mart with my head held high to buy my two items: shampoo and conditioner.
As usual, my two items turned into twenty! I bought Easter basket goodies for my grandkids. I walked to the far side to get the makings for dinner. Then I remembered something back at the other side of the store and returned there. Never seeing anyone I knew. Thank you Lord!
I began looking for a checkout line and mutter to myself, why are there 35 checkout lines and only 4 opened? While glancing at the few lines my eyes fall on a refrigerated cooler that has an ice cold A & W Diet Root beer! My second Thank you Lord!
As I decipher which line to get in, I observe a young mother and her small son asking if he can get a small container of Pringle chips. She kindly responds to him, “Let me look honey if I have enough money.” When she is done I ask if she is in line. She responds, Sorry, no I am not, and moves a little bit back. I go around her and as I glance over my shoulder she is counting change from her wallet. Then I see her adding the few items she has with a calculator…….
I then notice she has three little ones. A baby is in his car seat in her cart. As I watch her respond gently and lovingly to her son, I am reminded that I have a $100 bill in my pocket. I begin to ponder should I or shouldn’t I? In a matter of seconds, I turned around and approach her.
May I ask you a question? I ask. May I bless you? As I hand her the folded bill, she looks at it and looks at me with tears beginning. “Are you sure?” she says. And with tears now running down my cheeks, I tell her that I love the Lord and he blesses me all the time and I would like to bless her.
Only then does she tell me that she lost her job. And then with the tears streaming, she also shares that her baby son has Muscular Dystrophy.