My Unexpected Blessing

We had day one of our garage sale today. The kids love garage sale day. They set up a stand with donuts, water bottles, and lemonade for 50 cents. Jonathan is learning how to give correct change, and the big kids have to work together to pour out the lemonade. It is a fun way to earn a little extra money.

Well, after the day got on, Nathan had to leave me to tend to the garage sale and three kids on my own. The best way to cope was putting them all down to naptime. I was surviving the last thirty minutes of the sale, when this beautiful Hispanic woman and her three kids piled out of their minivan.

She was very pregnant and looking very tired. As we visited, she told me that she is seven months along and uncomfortable. The kids mingled through the "treasures" while we continued our conversation over the clothing piles. She told me that she has c-sections, so she has to stay in her maturnity clothes a long time. Being a mom of three kids, my heart just melted and went out to this sweet woman and the struggle ahead for her in bringing this fourth child into the world. Years of long days showed in the wrinkles of her face. I could tell even a few minutes of quiet over the clutter of my house gave her a little relief.

She was especially interested in the maternity clothes. After several minutes of visiting, mom-to-mom, she sheepishly asked me how much I was asking for the clothes. I told her to take every one she could find in her size...free of charge. I just could not bring myself to take any money and just hoped that they would give her a few extra miles and bring unexpected options for the long months ahead. I knew this had to be the first thing she had done all day for herself, and I was so blessed to play even a small part in it.

As she loaded her kids and drove away, tears welled in my eyes. I realized that, in the process of trying to be a small blessing to someone else, the real blessing of the day was in MY heart rather than hers. I tearfully tried to pull my sobbing self together, being "strong" for the other strangers driving by the dwindling minutes of my garage sale. The more I tried to pull it together, the more I felt like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, over-emotional at the drop of a tissue. I am so grateful to pass along an unexpected blessing and was surprised to receive a huge unexpected blessing to my heart.

Praying a special blessing to the stranger who needed a little and gave a lot!