Note: this actually happened in January. I typed up the story at the time and saved it in my drafts folder, where it has stayed these past few months. After reading a similar experience on a blog last week, I knew I wanted to share this with you, because I am amazed at how God works in our lives:
One recent night as I was lying in bed, a family who I know only peripherally came to mind, and I sensed that I was supposed to bless them with a small offering. The next day, I was scheduled to have an hour-long massage (oh the bliss!), a Christmas gift from my mother-in-law. I felt a nudge to shorten my massage to a half-hour, and to give the difference in cost to this family. I dismissed the idea as absurd, but the next morning, I continued feeling that prompting.
I thought about calling the massage therapist to switch to a half-hour, but kept putting it off. It seemed kind of silly, and selfishly I wanted an hour's worth of pampering! A couple of hours before my appointment, my phone rang. Can you guess who it was? It was the massage therapist, asking if I could come earlier than our scheduled time because something had come up for her that evening. Though I could not arrive sooner, I meekly suggested we cut the massage to a half-hour. She said that would work out great for her. After I hung up, I said, "OK, Lord, I get it." But I still hemmed and hawed about the second part of the "assignment." I have no problem giving to worthy causes and organizations, but giving to someone I hardly know seemed, well, somewhat risky.
As I flipped through the mail that afternoon, I opened a birthday card, in which a crisp bill fell out onto the table--the exact amount I had felt led to give the family. Once again, I shook my head and smiled. If I couldn't get the message the first time--the first few times--He wasn't going to give up on me. Before I could even think about how else that money might be spent, I put it in an envelope, sealed it and sent it off with an anonymous note. Mission accomplished. Finally.