Hey guys it’s me, the emotional basket case here. 🤦🏼♀️ Hope you’ve all had a great weekend. ✌️
I have debated if I should even share this with you, because heaven forbid there will be some who think I’ve finally went over the brink. But here goes…Here’s my heart out on my sleeve. 💜
This has been a very emotional weekend for me, to say the least! It really started the day my brother and I went to my doctors appointment.
We were passing through a parking lot after the appointment, and there was a guy sitting on the curb underneath a shade tree, holding up a sign. Help…I’m hungry.
At first, I realized I didn’t have any cash but $1. Tears came to my eyes. I pulled around to the other side and told my brother I was sorry for the waterworks. I parked and dug around for change. Together, we scratched up around $4 in change, plus the $1 bill. We gave it to him. And moved on.
I’ve felt God just tugging at me ever since. Maybe it’s my own long trials that are getting the best of me…
And then Friday evening happened.
Saturday was my husband’s birthday, and he had taken off Friday, for a doctors visit. As it turns out, the appointment had actually been for the day before and not even in our town office. It had been at the one an hour away. My husband had thought he had an appointment here.
He had expressed his desire for that with the doctor, but the doctor had failed to let the front desk know this. So, we both assumed…🤦🏼♀️🤷♀️
We were both dressed up, out and about, so I suggested we go for birthday dinner. We decided to go over to the next town over which is also an hour’s drive away. Afterwards, he wanted a milkshake from Dairy Queen.
As we pulled into a parking space, my hubby said, “Get a load of what that girl is wearing!” I looked up to notice a rather questionable character loitering to the right of the entrance.
As we made our way to the front door, it was very obvious the way she was dressed she was either on drugs, a prostitute or both–my guess is both. She watched us as we approached her, looking down as we got closer.
She had some type of a long, lightweight robe on and what looked to be a nude pantyhose body suit underneath. She pulled her robe together as we got close enough to her.
Something got a hold of me! A very strong thought came to me, “Speak to her. Look her straight in her eyes and show her my love.”
So I did–I looked her straight in the eyes and I said, “Hey, how are you?” She looked me straight in the eyes also, and looked back down. “Oh, I can’t complain,” she said back to me. I said, “That’s right!”
We continued to walk on inside and to the front counter to order. All the workers were teenagers who laughed and joked with us. When we ordered, they told us that they were sorry but were fresh out of all the ingredients! We realized they were joking and picked back with them.
They said, ” Did you guys notice our visitor out front?” We said that we had. One of the girls went on to say that a breeze had blown her robe up in the back, and they had seen her behind! I told them it was really sad.
Yes, something had a hold of me…It bothered me to the point, I could not even enjoy my ice cream. 😢
We had sat down, and I was fighting back the tears. It hit me she needed to hear that she was God’s little princess, so I got my phone out and started copying down the words to my poem on a piece of paper from my purse.
My husband asked me what I was doing, and I told him she needed to hear something from the blog. We had seen she had walked away from the entrance. He said, “She’s probably long gone by now, Renee.”
I said, “Well maybe so, but I feel like she needs to hear this.” So I wiped a couple tears away, and in between this, a little girl in the booth next to us who was obviously someone’s little granddaughter– cute as a button–She entertained us while we were there. We finally made our way out the door.
I looked around for this woman as we got into the car, but didn’t see her. I asked my husband, and I don’t usually do this, to drive around the building.
I needed to find her. I know he thought I was crazy. Maybe he was right…
Sad to say, we didn’t find her and we left. I struggled to hold back my emotions. I told him to keep helping me to look for her.
Maybe she had walked somewhere down the road or someone had already picked her up.🤷♀️
My husband said, “Renee, that woman was probably 40 years old, she doesn’t need anybody to keep up with her.” At this point I burst out crying! (I told you I was an emotional wreck!) I told him in between the tears, that may be so, but she is still somebody’s baby!
I let it all out! Crazy as it may seem! I wiped my eyes with a kleenex. It has haunted me for two days now. I’ve prayed for this girl.
Who knows she might have been an angel, or it could’ve been God trying to stir something up within me that needs to be stirred.
I don’t have any answers, I just know that I have no stones to throw!
There are so many hurting in this world! Even some of you right now, may be at whit’s end reading this. You have so many problems, you don’t even know where to begin to find the answers or relief.
Only God can take those wounded places in your heart and mend them. Soothe them with His healing Balm of Gilead. Only He can take that brokenness and turn it into something that can be used for Him.
We each have a story to tell, that can reach the world around us.
Today, I’m praying for that Little Princess who has lost her way. I pray she finds healing, compassion and help, wherever she is.
Because she’s somebody’s baby.
“If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.”
1 Corinthians 13