Several weeks ago our pastor announced in church that they want to do a food collection to help out a family that could use some extra love and care over the holidays.
We are on a budget, but happily looked through our pantry for some items to donate, and when we went grocery shopping we chose a few Thanksgiving related items. Knowing you are helping a family who is struggling be able to have a nice meal made us feel good, spreading love and care anonymously .... is something our family has always enjoyed.
About an hour ago my daughter announced that someone just drove in. I looked out the window and saw one of the ladies from church getting out of her car. The house was, lets say, interesting. We had just finished our school day and hadn't straightened up yet afterwards. I was wearing an over sized comfortable t-shirt. Knowing I didn't have time to do anything about either one I went to answer the door and welcome her in.
"We came to drop off the food the church collected for you," she announced.
I'm not sure if my face showed the disbelief I was feeling. "You didn't have to bring us anything," I assured her.
"We did it for you," she beamed as if she were bestowing a huge blessing on us, and then stepped aside while three huge boxes over flowing with groceries were carried in followed by someone carrying a big turkey, pumpkin pie, and a sweet potato casserole.
I was speechless as they wished us a Happy Thanksgiving and turned to leave.
The children were equally as speechless. "I thought we were helping a very poor family or maybe some homeless people," my oldest daughter whispered.
"I thought so too," I told her. We have never gone hungry, while we are no where near what you would call wealthy, we also don't consider us to be living in poverty. Right now I'm trying to decide if I should be feeling very thankful that God has blessed us with extra groceries. Or should I be packing everything up and dropping it off at a food bank. Either way, I feel about two inches tall.