The pain resonated in my head. I could almost swear that someone was ringing the Liberty Bell in the parking lot. My vision blurred into waves. I was grateful for the hand of my friend Jenna steadying me as I walked through the clinic doors. Not a perfect time to enter a new clinic without an appointment. I prayed they wouldn’t turn me away. As we rounded the corner I was nearly thrown off balance by a beautiful cherubic toddler.
“I’m so sorry.” The mom scooped up her daughter. “She jus’ keeps me a running all over the place.”
“She’s such a beautiful baby. I’m fine.” I watched as they rounded the corner of the waiting room. I remembered the days when my boys lead a merry chase around stores, clothing racks, churches and yes––waiting rooms. My heart went out to her. But the pain hammered on. My friend handed me off to the nurse who was waiting for me. All else was forgotten as I sought the relief of strangers…
After my favorite part of the office visit was over, the dreaded “weigh in.” I sat in the waiting room. Through pounding haze, I realized that Jenna had found a new friend. She was sitting on the floor with the baby who had nearly tripped me earlier. The mother was resting in a chair pouring her heart out to my friend. The tears were flowing, the baby was chortling and Jenna was comforting a perfect stranger. I was in awe.
Later as we walked out of the clinic, I couldn’t resist teasing Jenna “You can’t wait to be a grandma.”
“Are you kidding? I’m already a surrogate grandma for the Smith kids at church.”
“No, I mean when your kids have babies, silly.” I held my head. The pounding never ceased.
“I can wait. I want to tell you something when we get to the car.” The Toyota was a few feet away. We climbed in and she started up the engine.
“Kara, I prayed for something specific this morning.”
I turned towards her. “What was that?” She had my full attention.
“After you called for a ride, I asked Father, that I might be of service to someone and to share the Gospel too. We met this lady, because, she was placed in our path by Him. She needed help, Kara. She poured her heart out to me while she rested–– to me a perfect stranger. She’s a single parent and out of work. She used to ride the bus for hours one-way to work, leaving her kids alone. Then they had a drive by shooting last week!” Jenna pressed a hand to her mouth, fingers trembling as she drove towards home. “We’ve got to find a way to help her! I have her phone number. I know we can find the resources to help. She wants to work but without a car it’s really tough.” The car slowed as Jenna turned onto my street. “I invited her to the Church Christmas dinner. She told me that her kids aren’t getting gifts this year. We can at least solve that problem right away.”
“She seems like a good mom.” I watched the road ahead. “I have a thought…we’re going to give our Jeep to charity this week. It’s rusty, but still works well. Do you think it would be insulting to offer it to her?”
“Kara, I really don’t think so. All we can do is ask. I’ll give her a call.”
Jenna dropped me off at my house. As I reflected on the morning, I was amazed at how Father had worked through us to help another one of his children.
The phone rang. “Hello?”
“Jenny, I couldn’t wait to get home to tell her about the Jeep. Guess what?”
“She can’t believe anyone would give her a Jeep.”
“Well, I could charge a dollar.” I laughed out loud. “I won’t go any higher.”
“Thanks again. I’ll bring her over tomorrow.”
The next morning I opened the door to Jenna, Lorna and her baby. This beautiful woman reached out to hug me tight. Understanding tore at me as the tears flowed.
Lorna sobered as she pulled away, “I nearly gave up yesterday. I’ve praised God nearly all night. I got called in for a job interview today!”
“Well, you should be hugging, Jenna. She prayed Father would guide her to help someone yesterday. I just happened to have a very used, well loved Jeep.”
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