I had another interesting experience today - one that I would have handled very differently last month than this month.
I woman living in Covington somehow called one of the women who works in our office - on her personal cell phone, which is not listed or connected in any way to our business. She isn't looking for services, but instead is looking for a bed. She is legally blind (can see a little), and she just had to get rid of her mattress. She has been sleeping on the floor; there is a shortage of available furniture through the regular United Way source; she wondered if we could help her get a bed.
We can't - not directly. I knew that when I spoke with her, so I gave her the phone number for the office in Northern Kentucky that serves her area. When I hung up, I couldn't get her out of my mind - and something hit me like a ton of bricks.
She had told the woman in our office that she didn't know how she had gotten that phone number - that it must have been "the grace of God". I have no idea how she got it, but I did know that there was one thing that I could do just in case it really was the grace of God.
I am going to figure out how to get the phone number for the Bishop in Covington and explain the situation to him. If the Lord really did have a hand in getting this woman connected to me, I will have given her comfort that cannot be found anywhere else. If not, at least I did not walk away from an opportunity to comfort someone who definitely stands in need of comfort.
Saturday Remix, 1931 (4)
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