The Angel at my Door

When I first moved to Pleasant Grove, I brought with me my two daughters and my mother.  It was a big step.  I had moved into a town where I knew almost no-one.  I had purchased this big old home that needed work but I loved it. I had spent many hours dreaming of how to fix up and decorate this home and had so many ideas!  

I remember one specific day, really wanting to go shopping.  It was a Saturday, and I wanted to get out of the house and go shopping.  Maybe to a yard sale.  Or maybe to the Deseret Industries.  I was hoping I might get some ideas on decorating.  I needed something at the time but I couldn’t leave my mother who needed my care.  You see, my mother had congestive heart disease and was at a stage where she needed constant care.   I was homebound.

I was sitting in my front room feeling sorry for myself when there was a knock at my door.  I wasn’t expecting anyone and was hesitant to answer.

As I opened the door, there was a lady whom I didn’t know holding a box.  I invited her in.  She let me know that a few years before, she had come to a yard sale at this house and bought a few things she really liked.  This morning, she had made the decision to bring them back to the home, feeling that they just belonged here.

As I opened the box, I was surprised to find the most beautiful copper pots, of all different sizes, looking up at me!  I thanked her and asked her if I could pay her back.  She then said no, it didn’t cost her much.  She smiled at me and she left.

I slouched back in my chair, so grateful for her visit.  It really filled a need I had at that moment in my life.  This woman had no idea who I was, how I was feeling, or what the desire of my heart was, and yet she had a thought to bring back to this old home copper pots.  

Oftentimes we are the miracle in someone else’s life.  God uses us in ways that benefit others if we let Him.  In this case God was able to use her and she was my blessing that day.

On a side note, these beautiful pots now adorn a cupboard in my kitchen to remind me of the kindness of others.

God is good.