A Stranger’s Note

Day Six: A Dozen Reasons

It is turning a little yellow, and it is a little wrinkled from being read often, but I cherish it all the same. It is my very own note from a stranger.

Several years ago, I was shopping at my local grocery store, and I was in a hurry. I had a million things I needed to do, and standing in line in a long check out lane was not one of those things.

Tick. Tick. Tick. I could just feel valuable time slipping by. I was in my hurry hurry mode, and I am seriously horrible at waiting. I tend to get irritable, and it is a trait I am not proud of, and one I am working on, with God’s help. I’ve been waiting on a baby for years, and through that waiting I am learning the importance of true patience. God is such a genius in all the ways that He uses to grow us and to teach us.

Anyhow, this was several years ago, before my prayers for patience had truly started. I stood in line, a line that was crawling ahead at a snail’s pace, and mentally going through my to-do list. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to get all of it done, and I was mad at myself for that. On top of that, I had just received a message from my insurance company that an HSG test I was about to undergo was not going to be covered by my insurance. In fact, no fertility testing would be covered. It was all going to cost me. A lot.

So I was stressed, overwhelmed, cranky, irritable, worried and on the verge of tears, all at the same time. I didn’t yet know how I was going to get everything done. So, in line at the grocery store, behind a customer getting a price check, I had a mental time out with God.

“I need help and I need encouragement, Lord. Please help me. ” I whispered to him in my head.

My prayer was short and sweet, but very heartfelt. I knew I needed help, and I trusted God to help me. I took deep relaxing breaths, and willed myself to be patient.

Soon, it was my turn to unload my groceries on the moving belt, and I did so quickly, grateful to almost be out of there. I turned around to grab a 20 oz bottle of soda for my husband, from one of the coolers in the check out lane. As I slid the glass door open to make my selection, something fluttered out onto the floor. It was an envelope.

I picked it up, and looked at it. It was simple, and across the front it had two words written in a neat penmanship.

Read Me

My heart did a little nervous flutter after reading those two hand written words. I flipped the envelope over, noticed that it was sealed, and read six more written words.

You were meant to find this.

My heart then did another little flip flop. What was this? Was this for somebody else? I looked around, scanning the crowded grocery store, half expecting to see somebody staring at me. Nobody was. Nobody noticed me, or noticed the note I was holding. I decided to tuck it into my purse.

Now I was in a hurry again. Not for my to-do list, but because I was super eager to get home and open that envelope. My mind was racing. My heart was too.

Soon enough, I was home, and I let my dogs out and put up all my groceries before retrieving the note from my purse. This was an amazing feat, because I had wanted to tear open the little letter as soon as I got into my car. I made myself wait for the comfort and the privacy of my own home.

Finally, it was time. I sat on my couch, clicked on a lamp, and tucked my bare feet up off the floor and under me, indian style. I carefully opened the envelope, and discovered a card inside. It was the blank type, the kind you write your own personal message on.

Dear reader, it began.

My goal is to make you smile. Even if it is for just a few moments while you read this, I hope it’s a few minutes that you feel better. You’re struggling right now, but please remember that you’ve overcome before and you will overcome again. You got this!

Remember to keep a smile on your face. It looks beautiful on you.

XXOO – Regina

I was smiling. I hadn’t smiled all day, and it had been a very long day. I was struggling, and I was worried, but this beautiful note from a stranger had just reminded me that God was with me, always. It reminded me that I had overcome so very much. It reminded me that God had carried me through every storm in my life, and everything had worked out for my good. It reminded me to trust.

I had asked God for His help, and some encouragement. Moments later I found a card filled with encouraging words, in an envelope that stated – You were meant to find this.

A kind hearted stranger who will never ever know how much those words meant to me, left a note to offer hope and encouragement. She didn’t do it for her own personal benefit, for she will never see the outcome. She did it out of a motivation to show love, a motivation this world needs more of.

To me, that day, she was an answered prayer. I believe her writing was inspired by God, and that God speaks to us in so many ways, including the kindness of strangers.

Thank you, Lord. And thank you, Regina, whoever and wherever you are.

God bless,

Nay Towell

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When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness.
Proverbs 31:26

Never let loyalty and kindness leave you! Tie them around your neck as a reminder. Write them deep within your heart.
Proverbs 3:3

I don’t say this because I want a gift from you. Rather, I want you to receive a reward for your kindness.
Philippians 4:17

For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home.
Matthew 25:35

I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers!
Isaiah 65:24

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