Trusting In Him that we would receive good news, I drove up to the parking garage at 10:32 for a 10:40 appointment. Oh no, the 12 passenger van would not fit!!! I frantically started looking around for somewhere else to park. This garage is where I ALWAYS park because I am usually in a smaller car. (We are down to one car since Righ gave back his business car last week.)
I drove up the hill to a sign that said PUBLIC PARKING. I pulled into the lot and realized I had no money, but needed to pay or risk being towed. At this point, I was on the phone with my sweet friend, Robin. She was near where I was and offered to bring me money, but then she realized she didn't have any either. I hung up hurriedly and starting searching the car for change and asking Keenan to do the same, while pleading with God to help. I didn't know it, but my friend (who had offered to bring money) was praying for God to intervene.
By this time, it was 10:38. I told Keenan to get the boys out of the car, jumped out and ran across the parking lot to the PAY ON YOUR OWN machine. As I ran up to the machine, there was this sweet little woman dressed in her Sunday best wearing what reminded me of a Kentucky Derby hat with a pocketbook slung over her wrist. She turned right to me and said, "I have a parking pass I paid $10 for and only used it for ten minutes. Can I give it to you so I don't waste my money?"
And the tears came. And I was speechless. And I heard her say, "Oh, just come with me and let me give you my ticket." I followed her in awe and amazement. As I walked, I could only think why had I doubted my God, why did I think He would leave me with no money to park. He supplies each and every need our family has. Every single time.
I wanted to hug that little lady in front of me. I think she was an angel standing right there and I will NEVER EVER forget her face. She is forever printed in my memory as a gentle reminder of God's precious love.
I walked back to my three sons, put the ticket in my van window and walked across the parking lot toward the hospital. The last thing I remember is that little woman waving at the boys and I. Once again, I will always have her smiling and waving at my little boys imprinted in my head.
Thank you, Jesus, for showing up in your own time....not mine!!! Your way is so much better and brings way more Glory and Honor to your HOLY NAME!!!
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