Saturday, December 18, 2010

a message

I went to Michael's today.
The store.
For crafty items to tackify my sweater for the 1st annual Dooley Tacky Christmas Sweater competition.

I was perusing the floral aisle.
When a woman looked at me and waved and said hello.
From two silk and plastic flower aisles away.
I didn't recognize her. I don't think that I knew her.
But I am polite. So I waved back and said Hi.
And went back to looking at the silver sparkled poinsettias.

She came over.
And told me that the Lord had a message for me. Did I want to hear it.
Ok. I said. For I wasn't quite certain what else to say.

Perhaps she approached because I was wearing all black.
And hadn't slept the night before so the bags under my eyes were more pronounced.

She told me that I was suffering. And had been for a while.
But that the Lord wanted me to know that I would experience joy once again.

I started to cry. I told her thank you. I probably needed to hear that.
She said that she knew. That the Lord had told her.
Then she walked away.
Leaving me standing there with my basket full of rhinestones and feather boas.
And my message from the Lord.

I tried to find her. This Lord message deliverer.
To see if she was sharing this message with many others.
But she was gone. Disappeared.

It is not lost on me that this message delivery happened.
In Michael's.


Mom said...

An angel sent to you.

Anonymous said...

Wow. Here's hoping you can find the meaning meant for you.

Kim said...

Incredible. I don't believe for a moment that the location of your message delivery was coincidental at all. Love you.

Tammy On the Go said...

wow...I am left with my own tears... said...

... a volte รจ l'assoluto bisogno di un segno che ci fa recuperare quella fede chiamata forza che credevamo perduta per sempre...

Cinderella said...


Theresa said...

Amazing. I have had an experience with messages or messengers that just defies everything I thought I believed about how the world worked. And I may just be buying into the belief that they are real because I miss my own Michael so much and want to think he is reaching out to me from somewhere, but I have come to realize that it really doesn't matter if they are real or not. They give me hope, they make me feel a little closer to Michael for that moment, and they inspire me to keep on keepin' matter how great staying in bed with ice cream all day sounds. I am so glad you got a special Christmas message!

Martha Robbins said...

That gave me chill bumps! It's VERY cool to be reminded that God hasn't forgotten you by His personal messengers!!

Anonymous said...

Miss you, Nicole said...

Do not allow bags under your eyes appear so speaking-volumes! Will you benefit from it in some way?!