I am so humbled...
it seems like just when I'm at the bottom of my rung, someone/God steps in and reminds how faithful He really is. *sigh* good stuffs, yet makes me so strangely uncomfortable at the same time.
I walked up to lady number 2 (in my line of attempts) and asked if she was going up to the baby shower... and if I could hitch a ride!?
"I've got to leave early" she replied, however readily interested in being of aide.
"It's all good, I just don't have the gas!"
"Ok, well... do you need gas? Do you need some money?"
she was so frank, so genuine... I could barely hold up to the inquisition.
*slightly shocked, slightly shaking my head* I'm not even sure if, or how I responded...
She asked again.
I remember simply nodding, possibly a quiet, affirmative, "yeah."
she went to her car, and came up to me at my small group, slipping me $10.
I was holding back tears for the next 30 minutes. I can't even begin to explain the powerful ramifications of all of this... not to mention the pouring over my accounts I had been doing moments before I walked out the door this morning. Then the sad realization of the state of my tank, and the relative distance of the shower's location...
In the end, I still got a ride up, and another ride back down, and had a great early afternoon getting to know some of the amazing women in my congregation...
God is good, all the time!
