At first, I didn’t realize what was happening to me. I did not know that God was in the mix. But when I finally sat down at my computer last night to write my weekly blog, I heard His voice loud and clear. “It’s not about you, my child, it’s about Me!”

Right then and there, our conversation started…

“What’s that you said, My Lord?  Were you talking to me?  Wait.  Wait.  Let me get my head on straight.  I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long.”

To be honest, I had not prayed like Jabez.  You know that guy in the Bible who prayed for God to enlarge his territory.  But I had been thinking about and agonizing over those families the news commentators were highlighting in stories about the loss of jobs and empty pantries, and homelessness.  I had asked the Lord to search my heart and show me where I could tighten my belt and dig a little deeper to share some of my blessings with those in need.

The first thing the Holy Spirit did right after Thanksgiving was to urge me to start getting ready for Christmas.  I had no idea why.   So, with little thought, I went to my rented storage room and began to pull out storage bins filled with brand new gifts I had received over the years and brand new items I intended to give away but never did.  My eyes got big.  My heart started pounding.  I was surprised at the ‘stash’ I had collected over the years.

Next, I uncovered bags of brand new Christmas wrapping paper, tissue paper, ribbons and stickers and gift boxes in all sizes.  In the corner of the closet were some never-before-used Christmas tree ornaments and lights.  Good googly-woogly I thought, I can start a Hobby Lobby Store with all this stuff.  “Those are not your thoughts,” I heard a small voice in my head say.  “That was Me,” said the Lord!

It took me several trips to cart all that stuff from the storage unit to down the hall to my apartment.  But with a great big smile, I managed it.  With every step, I was thinking, I know what I am going to do.  Since Covid-19 has all of us seniors pinned down here in our apartments, and nobody is going out to do much shopping, I’ll hold a flea market sale in the lobby and turn ‘trash’ into a ‘treasure’ for someone who can appreciate shopping in safety.

In the ensuing days, I heard that my church was also sponsoring a clothing drive for all ages, including furniture and small household items.  They were also collecting on behalf of Mission Arlington.  So I also joined their efforts because Mission  Arlington would be providing a truck to come to the church after the clothing drive to receive everything.

May I suggest, the very next time you handle a rubber band…stretch it…look up…and say…”Lord, do me like you did that blogging lady.”  You too, can make somebody’s day.

Scripture Lesson: “She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.” Proverbs 30:20 KJV

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