Dear life lesson

Dear Life Lesson

I met a young lady about six years ago. Single mother with three children. We went to church together. When her car was broke I would drive on the other side of town to pick her up. Sometimes on the way to church her children would complain that they were hungry so I was stopped at McDonald's and buy everybody a meal never thinking anything about it she was always gracious and she always said thank you. We would talk and on occasions after dropping her kids off at the house we would sit outside and talk for hours. She was young and eager to learn stuff so she was always asking me things and I would always graciously tell her. She was extremely sweet. And I enjoyed our talks. I always found myself as the teacher and her as the student. She called me her big sister. I would shrug it off and tell her I was always doing what just needed to be done. That there was a reason for us meeting. Sometimes I would be mad at God for bringing her to me. I didn't want to be a teacher or mentor. I just wanted to go to church and go home in peace. Man, she used to shout and praise God from the time I picked her up till I dropped her off. She was always grateful. Her spirit was vibrant and refreshing. God always has other plans. Our relationship continued like that until I left Colorado. I remember her asking me what she would do when I was about to leave. And I told her to keep her head up cause she couldn't find God's blessings on the ground. We kept in touch on Facebook and called each other from time to time. Today I was scrolling down my news feed and saw pictures of her and her family with the post that said thank you Make A Wish. Surprised and shocked, I grabbed my phone to search for her number. I proceeded to call her and ask her why was she thanking Make a Wish people. She explain to me that her 8 year old son was dying, and that they had just gotten back from Jamaica yesterday. I started to cry. And she said for me to stop and that she and her family was okay. She thanked God for the rest of the time that she has with her son. He died a couple of times but was still here. My heart was broken in pieces. She continues to say how much I helped her when everyone else turned their backs on her. I was floored. 

Nevertheless, she is still praising God. Even now. Knowing her son is dying. She praising and not blaming God.

She has shown me I can be strong. I don't have a reason to complain. My troubles are minor. And for that hour we talk on the phone I was the student. I say God, thank you for giving me her. Thank you because for once I was obedient when you allow us to meet and become friend. Thank you for opening my mind enough so that I can be a student.

Thank you for her.

Thank you for the Lesson

True Story

Love 

Deborah