“Love is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, and trusting.” -- 1 Corinthians 13:7
Baruti was running late. Damn the traffic! His daughter would be so upset if he missed her soccer match – again! He shouldn’t have stopped at the market for groceries.
The car started to choke and sputter . . . and die. Great, he thought sarcastically. He managed to coast into a convenience store to wait for a tow truck. The gas gauge read almost full but the engine was lifeless!
“I don't want my kids to see me crying,” Fatima sobbed, so they stood on the other side of the pump. “Things aren’t so good for us right now,” she managed.
“Were you praying?' he asked politely. When she nodded modestly, Baruti continued, "He must have heard you, so He sent me!"
When she went to pay for gas, he used his own credit card and filled her car completely. He then took the bags of groceries from his car and placed them in hers.
They talked briefly when she returned – still unaware of the miracle that had just happened. Fatima confided that her husband had left 2 months ago and they hadn’t been able to make ends meet. Heartbroken, she called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in over 5 years. They insisted Fatima come live with them until she could get on her feet again.
Baruti put his hand into his pocket, pulled out a $50 bill and discreetly dropped it on the ground. He reached down, picked up the bill. “This must have fallen from your purse,” he whispered.
“That just couldn’t be possible,” she said, “I didn’t . . .” he stopped her in mid sentence. “It must have!” he said decisively, and pressed the bill in her palm.
"So, are you like an angel or something?" she questioned.
"At this time of year,” Baruti said humbly, “Angels are real busy, so God sometimes uses ordinary people.”
It’s incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course you guessed it, when Baruti got in his car, it started right up. He’d take it to the garage tomorrow, but was sure his mechanic wouldn’t find anything wrong. He caught the astonishment on her face in his rearview mirror as he drove away. God’s perfect love paid forward.
Father, Bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them Your perfect love and awesome power. Where there is pain, give them peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, bring fresh confidence and hope. Let Your angels fly close enough that we can hear the flutter of their wings. Amen.
