I am always amazed at the ways God puts me where He wants me to be. I honestly thought I was just going to Disney, but He had plans for me….even there.
We ran all over Disney last week and did our very best to keep up with the grand kids. But, on the third day of Disney Bootcamp, we encountered an attraction that involved the audience sitting on the ground to watch a show. I drew the line at that demand because I knew that I would never be able to get back up if I sat down on the ground for thirty minutes. The kids ran happily to the sitting area and I searched the wall for a place for me to at least lean. Someone else must have had the same problem because, to my great relief, there was a single bench that ran along the wall. Several other people had already filled up the bench but there was one place remaining for me. So, I happily took my place.
I turned to the woman sitting next to me and made some comment about how very nice it was for them to provide the bench. The show had not started yet so we started visiting. I asked her where she lived and she told me she was from South Carolina. I had seen a report earlier in the day about the huge snowstorm there and I mentioned it to her. She began to tell me that all her employees had been desperately calling her and asking if they had to go to work because of the icy driving conditions. So I asked what business she was in and she told me she was part of a team of people who do grief counseling at a hospital.
Then, she continued on to tell me that, after many years of counseling others, she had recently lost her daughter and nobody really knew how to help her. She said that she was used to helping grieving families who had lost babies, but her own situation was just so different.
Words started coming out of my mouth without me thinking them…again…and I knew God was using me there so I just let it flow. I found myself telling her the story about my mother’s passing and how, when she was mostly on the other side, she began to laugh and smile to something somewhere that we could not see. We asked her what she was doing and she laughed and said, “I’m playing with my boys! They are so cute!”
It took us a few seconds before we understood what was happening. My mother only had two children and we were both girls. She had, however, miscarried three boys who had been about six months along when she lost them. So, her sons had come to meet her at the door! And that means that I will get to meet my brothers someday too!
After I told her that story, she got very quiet and I noticed she had tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes and the show began so we had to stop talking. But, the message had been sent. When I thought about that later, I realized that I had just given her a message that obviously affected her and would probably be related to others who were hurting because of miscarriages. So, God used me to comfort her and also managed to possibly comfort many others in a state where I would never be. Amazing!
God is so amazing!
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