I watched him intently in my rear view mirror while driving home as carefully as I could. With each passing bump in the road, he winced. And after nearly an hour of praying exhausted Word-thirsty prayers and offering Jesus my thankful heart in weak one word utterances, we were nearly home.
I wanted to stop and grab dinner for my other three sons and amazing husband who had been left at home without us for eleven long days and nights. Nothing fancy, just a small gesture of thanks and a need to make this night a little easier after eating hospital food and drinking too many cups of coffee for too many sleep deprived days in a row.
I pulled up to the drive-through window to pay for our meal. As I handed my card to the woman just within reach, she smiled sweetly with tears in her eyes and said, “No need, it’s all taken care of. The woman ahead of you just paid for your meal.”
I had no words. Glancing up at the minivan ahead of me and seeing little hands through the tinted glass windows in the back, I knew.
This was a fellow mom, someone I’d never met, maybe with sons as well…just wanting to bless another mom.
My son in the back seat, a witness to this blessing, then asked me why someone paid for our whole meal. I told him it was because of God and His desire to bless us through another kind soul. I could see his young boy-mind thinking. I thanked God in that moment for so many things, but mostly, I was thankful my son was able to see God’s goodness shining in what has been the most challenging year of our lives.
Days later…I still couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet mom who impacted our lives so much. I desperately wanted to thank her for making Jesus famous to my children. Even though our other three sons weren’t there, they were most certainly blessed as well. Join me over at The MOB Society to read the thank you letter I wrote but would never get the chance to personally give to this mom.