Just when I thought I was safe
I had the honor of speaking to a MOPS group in a town not-so-far from my own this morning. It was a blessing, bringing joy to my heart with the knowledge that my story of forgiveness touched other lives. Time and time again, God has used events in my life to teach me about His heart for forgiveness. Totally unscripted as I stood there before those sweet mommas; I knew how I was to end the talk.
Without forgiveness, mercy and grace are just words.
It was a great experience, and I am glad I had the chance to go. But that isn’t what I am choosing to share with y’all. No, today I am going to share one of those divine appointments that just make you smile.
One my drive to the church, I had drunk a large Coke which didn’t seem to be a problem until I was backing out of the parking lot to head home. Now here is a serious lesson in pride – something this girl could use some work on. I was too prideful to scoot back in and ask to use the church’s restroom. Racking my brain on what was available in Montevideo, I made a bee-line to the mecca of all Southern girls: Wal-mart.
As I entered into the bathroom, I ran into a mom of one of my children’s former classmates. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I don’t think she recognized me at all. Thus, it wasn’t time for a reunion in the potty department. First, I really had to go, and second, who does that? Hey! I know our daughters were not really friends, but your child used to be a classmate of my child. So nice to see you! Glad we bumped into each other. I love what they’ve done with the place. That probably never really happens.
I soon discovered that this mom wasn’t using the facilities, in the traditional sense. Nope! Instead of bathroom, it was her conference room. She was having a cell-phone conversation with another one of her children (who apparently made a bad choice at school). She proceeded to coach the child on what she expected of him; told him, yes in fact, he was in trouble; and explained how he was to apologize the teacher and make better choices for the rest of the day. She ended with the words all children need to hear: I love you.
Then it came over me, and I knew why God put me in THAT bathroom at THAT very time. Seriously God! I am tinkling here, and you want me to tell that Mom you are proud of her.
Apparently, her child thought the conversation was over and hung up. But this mom called back to the school to make sure she connected with the teacher. (This was a good thing because I still needed to wash and dry my hands, and I didn’t want to have to chase her around the rolled-back discounts.)
While she was on hold, I walked right over to her and said, “If no one has told you this in a while, God wants you to know: YOU are a really good momma.” I stayed long enough to see tears well up in the corner of her eyes, and then I excused myself.
I keep my eyes and ears open to how I can bless others, but this was new. . . even for me. So I guess, today I am thanking God for good mommas and full bladders.