A Delightful Encounter

Last week I was reading a magazine article where the subscribers were told: “There are certain people we encounter regularly, even if only for a moment, who leave a lasting impression on us. Their presence makes an impact on our lives. Have you experienced such an encounter?” Following were words written by numerous subscribers with their story.

The question caused me to pause and consider. An encounter did come to my mind, and I smiled remembering it. I had wrote an article about this encounter and started looking for it. I was so excited when I found it. 

I had started a new job, and while driving to work one morning I saw a man walking his two Golden Retrievers. Each morning as I drove by, the man would be at a certain spot, and I smiled watching him and his dogs. One day I stopped my car and asked him if I could take a picture of him and his dogs. I explained that I was on my way to work and I always smile when I see them.

I'll let the article I wrote about this encounter tell you the rest of the story:

"I love dogs. I've owned a few most of my life. The wagging tail of Sammy, my purebred mutt, always makes me smile. It's no surprise when I saw a man walking his two Golden Retrievers in the same spot every day that I would smile and arrive at work happy.

"What is surprising are the words I heard one sunny morning: 'Take a picture of them.' 'Take a picture of them?' Where did that come from? I questioned out loud. 'You want me to go up to this man I don't know and take a picture of him and his dogs?'

"God's still, small voice always surprises me--send a note, bake a cake, make a breakfast date. I do my best to act on whatever God brings to my mind, but this request was out of my comfort zone. 'You just don't go around asking to take a picture of someone,' I argued.

"'What will he think of me?' I asked God. 'I'll feel so silly.' But, as the days passed, I found I took to the idea and started envisioning the picture on my desk at work. I have pictures of a lot of animals: calves, a baby donkey, goslings, birds, and of course, Sammy. 'It would be a treat,' I decided, 'to have the man and his dogs on my desk too.'

"Mustering all my confidence I pulled up beside him the following morning. Lowering the window I smiled and said, 'Can I take a picture of you and your dogs? You give me so much joy each morning.'

"Before he could say anything I jumped out of the car with my camera. 'Your dogs look so happy--I enjoy them so much,' I told him. He seemed a little flustered, but worked on getting the dogs to stand still.

'Are you done?' he asked, after I snapped a few pictures. 'Yes, I think I have enough,' I said. Thanking him again I got in my car and drove off.

"'I did it,' I yelled! 'I can't believe I did it. Thank you, Lord, for this joy.'

"I was gleaming when I arrived at work a few minutes later. Laughing, my friend, Melody, said: 'I saw you taking pictures of those dogs.' Melody follows the same route as I do the last two miles. 'They are beautiful animals,' she continued. Laughing with her I said, 'I can't believe I stopped and took their picture!'

"I enjoy photography. Six months ago I went digital and love the ability to see my pictures instantly. Editing them to just what I want gives me a whole new area of enjoyment. I was thrilled when I saw the pictures of the man and his dogs. After a little cropping around the edges so my car wasn't in view, I printed off two copies of the prints so I could give the man a set.

"The next morning I could hardly wait to see him and hand him the envelope of pictures, but he wasn't there. 'Oooh,' I muttered. 'I'll have to wait until tomorrow.' But he wasn't there the next morning. He wasn't there all week.

"'Maybe he went on vacation,' I thought. It was the Memorial Day Weekend. 'I'll see him soon.'

"But he wasn't there the next week either. 'Did I scare him?' I wondered. 'Was he uneasy about what happened.'

"'Lord, Why did you want me to do this,' I groaned. 'I feel so bad that he isn't there. Am I the reason?'

"Each morning as I past 'his spot' my disappointment grew. The weeks passed, but not my memory.

"'Melody, have you seen the man with the dogs lately,' I asked about five weeks later. 'Yes,' she replied. 'I saw him one day last week.' 'I'm so glad,' I told her. 'I haven't seen him since I took the pictures.'

"'There he is!' I whispered as I turned on the road. Stunned, there was only one dog. 'Oh no. Where's the other dog?' I wondered.

"I didn't stop. I couldn't. Was it my imagination or did he put his head down as I drove by? 'Oh, Lord,' I asked. 'Is that why I haven't seen him? Please let me see him again,' I asked.

"The next morning, my stomach in turmoil, I pulled up along side of him. Handing him the envelope with the pictures I said, 'These are the pictures I took. Is your other dog ok?'

"'He died of cancer,' the man said. 'Gone in a matter of five days.' Listening, I took his hand to transfer my sympathy.

"He looked at the envelope. 'Pictures of both dogs?' he asked. And then I knew. I had a treasure to give him. A reminder of his early morning walks with his two friends. 'Yes,' I said happily. He opened the envelope and looked at his friends. I reached for his hand again. 'I care,' I said.

"'You won't see me next week.' he said. 'I'm having shoulder surgery.' 'I will pray for you,' I shared.

"Every time I drive past 'his place' I send a prayer heavenward. One day I'll see him again, walking his friend. I'll stop and ask how he is and tell him of the prayers I said for him each day.

"I don't always know the reason for God's prompting me to do something. I've just learned to act when I hear Him. I have a feeling the memory I placed in this man's hands will hold a special place in his heart. An unexpected treasure. A gift from God.

"I smile when I look at the picture now on my desk. It's a reminder that even the smallest act can make a giant different in the life of another."

A lot more happened between this man and I as we stopped each morning to say hello. His wife invited me to have lunch with them one day, and they invited Jerry and me to have dinner with them and another couple at a special restaurant in the development.

This is a happy memory and a lasting impression of a time when a man and his dogs brought joy to my heart as I drove to work. And how I brought joy to his heart with a picture of his two best friends.

By His Grace . . .

Growing Old With Jesus

Me and my hot cocoa!

From "CottageWhimsy" Facebook page, with a little editing

In honor of my birthday on the 14th, I'm posting some words I found on the "Walking With Jesus" Facebook Page recently. Seems appropriate.

"Growing old isn’t easy. We lose strength, forget things, and come closer to the end of life. But I have no fear, because when my time here is done, I will step into a new world. My body and mind will be restored, and I will meet Jesus face to face.

"Growing old is not easy. Your body does not do what it used to do. The steps feel steeper. The mornings feel slower. You might walk into a room and forget why you went there. You might search for a name you have known for years. And some days, that can scare you more than you want to admit.

"Because it is not just about sore knees or tired hands. It is also the quiet losses. The changes you did not ask for. The hard truth that you are closer to the end of this life than you were before.

"If that is where you are today, take a gentle breath. God is not shocked by your weakness. He is not disappointed by your slowing down. He is not standing far away, watching you struggle. He is close. He is near. And He knows your frame.

"Jesus understands what it is to be human. He felt tired. He wept. He carried pain in His own flesh. So when your strength is not what it was, you are not alone. You are seen by a Savior who is tender with suffering.

"Sometimes faith looks like honesty. It looks like whispering, “Lord, I do not like this.” It looks like bringing your fear into the light and letting God hold it with you. And little by little, hope begins to rise.

"God does not measure your life by how strong you are. He does not love you less because you need help now. Your worth has never been in your energy. Your worth has always been in His love.

"Even now, your prayers matter. Your quiet faith matters. Your kindness still reaches people. Your life still carries fruit, even in a season that feels simple and hidden.

"And here is the truth that steadies the heart.

"This world is not the end of you.

"There will come a day when your tired body will not feel tired anymore. There will come a day when your mind will not feel scattered. God has promised a new beginning for His children. A day with no more pain. No more sorrow. No more death.

"No more fear of forgetting. No more nights where worry keeps you awake. No more feeling like your body is failing you.

"And best of all, Jesus will be there.

"Not far away. Not hidden behind faith alone. You will meet Him face to face.

"The One you have prayed to in the dark will be the One you see in the light. The One who carried you through grief will welcome you with joy. The One who forgave you will hold you with love.

"So if the thought of aging brings tears to your eyes, you do not have to pretend you are fine. God is gentle with you. When your hands tremble, His hands do not. When your memory slips, He remembers you fully. When your strength fades, His strength remains.

"And when your time here is done, you will not step into emptiness. You will step into home.

"So let today be a day of quiet courage. Not because aging is easy, but because Jesus is faithful. You are being carried toward restoration. And you are deeply loved, now and forever."

We all are going through it or will go through it sooner than we think. My favorite exclamation when I'm trying to do something is: "Why is this so hard!" This saying appeared shortly after I turned 65 and it's only gotten more frequent as the years go by.

No, growing old isn't easy, but I am thankful for the years I have and look forward to the eternity to come!

By His Grace . . . 

God Sees

 
I've always felt a kinship with Eeyore. So every March I decorate my Christmas tree

with ornaments of him. It's my birthday month and seeing him makes me smile.

"The best part of all Christian work is that part which only God sees."

Andrew Bonar

I thought this quote interesting. Bonar lived in the 1800s.  He was a minister of the Free Church of Scotland. I was reading in Warren Wiersbe's book, "50 People Every Christian Should Know" and came across this quote.

We are told to do things in secret in Matthew 6:3-4 for God will see what is done and will reward us. There is something special about doing something for God and no one knowing about it.

There's the preparation in doing something for God before you do it in public. A pastor researches and prepares sermons. A Sunday School teacher reads and studies the lesson. A choir director prepares music. A cook prepares food. A worker prepares what he or she will need to accomplish something. These are things that only God sees as you prepare to do work for Him.

And knowing only God sees as you prepare for something makes it special. You are trusting Him to help you put together what is needed so you can accomplish the service He's called you to do.

When you spend time preparing yourself for God's service, He makes it a special time between you and Him. No matter what we are called to do, although God qualifies us to do it, we still have to research and plan to get it done, all with God's help.

And that may very well be the best part of working for God!

By His Grace . . .