I was in a hurry.
My allergist is in a large building housing many doctors’ offices.
As I walked through the front door, I met others trying to go out.
We did the “keep your social distancing” dance and I began walking towards my doctor’s office.
The hall is large and lined with chairs to hold the overflow for the offices.
An older lady in a baige coat sat behind her mask, just outside an office waiting room.
Our eyes met and I smiled.
I expected her eyes to crinkle in a return smile, but instead they looked sadder than when I first smiled.
All of this took mere seconds and I was past her by the time her eyes imprinted upon my heart.
“God, is there something I should do?”
Look again.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Her eyes were still on me, a look so forlorn, my heart hurt.
I turned around and walked over to her.
My voice was barely there and I signed while asking, “Are you okay?”
She couldn’t understand me and leaned forward.
Her eyes looking into mine with question.
I tried again and signed slower.
She understood me the second time and smiled.
“Oh, yes! I’m just tired, very tired.”
She nodded vigorously and then slumped her body in an attempt to communicate what she was saying.
Most people think I’m deaf, so they work at trying to explain with body language, which I always think is very sweet.
I had leaned towards her when first trying to speak.
Rather than speaking I nodded and gently patted her arm.
“Have a good day,” she smiled at me.
I tried to say, “You too,” while signing.
She couldn’t understand me, but she began to speak again, her eyes leaving my face and looking at my outfit.
“I really like your dress…”
Her eyes jumped back to my face as if she just realized I might not know what she was saying, so she smiled and nodded and waved.
I nodded and waved too.
Then, I turned and headed to where I needed to be.
But my heart felt the warmth of the two seconds of blessing God had given me through a stranger.
When I was finished at the Allergist she was gone.
There were other people in the hall, but none really caught my eye nor I theirs.
Jase had ridden along with me, but when I reached the car he requested I return to the building with him for a quick use of the facilities before our hour drive home.
As we walked out the same hall a Little boy I’d noticed earlier, sat up and waved.
He wasn’t waving at me, but at Jase.
Jase smiled behind his mask and waved back.
God had a purpose for these two second blessings.
What I can look at as a hindrance, is actually His working in and through my life.
God knows I need this reminder, because I forget that even my physical limitations are used by Him for good.
Those two chance meetings in the hall were excellent moments of blessing from the Lord and I’m so thankful.
I pray both of them were blessed by God as well.
1 Corinthians 10:26 KJV — For the earth is the Lord’s, and the fulness thereof.
Dear Lord Jesus,
Thank You for the reminder I needed yesterday. Thank You for all those You placed in my path yesterday. Thank You for the gracious heart of others who reach out trying to bridge the gap of communication, like the man who pumped our gas while trying to sign “Thank you” and my shot nurse who brought pen and paper to my appointment. Lord, thank You for so many people You touch my heart through. Please help me to pass on the blessings, to be an encouragement and a light. Lord, please let others see You when they look at me. Let my life be a reflection. Thank You for Your love, Your blessings, and Your faithfulness. I love You, Jesus. Amen.
patientlyhopeful 