"Send Me."

I am reading the small book, The 21 Most Effective Prayers of the Bible.  Each prayer is just so good, and the people behind them astound me.  Their faith and drive are noteworthy.

Lately, I have been mad.  I realize I said I was tucking that away, but the wounds are cutting too deep this month.  When I don't think I can take anymore bad news, I get just a little more.  I sat in the dressing room of a boutique the other day sobbing.  I couldn't get out, I didn't want anyone to see the chick who was fine one minute and lost it the next.  I am breaking.  But just the other day, I got up to read my sweet book and prayed the prayer, "Send me."  Isaiah asked God to send him to do something great.  I just prayed that Jesus would open my eyes to others, and I kid you not this happened:

My little sister and I were leaving Target while it was raining.  We were running at top speed with Cealy, because....not sure why we couldn't get wet, but at the time it seemed pertinent we remain dry.  We were getting into our car when I saw an older woman out in the rain.  Now I am the least bit observant, but I felt her on my heart.  It was raining, why was she not getting into her car right away?  She walked away, and we were pulling out when I told my little sister we needed to follow her.  We drove down 3 isles until we saw her again, and I rolled down my window.  Again, if you know me and how shy I am, then you would know that I barely talk to people I know, let alone strangers.  "Mam, you wouldn't be looking for your car would you?"  She looked up with the saddest look on her face, and said, "Yes, I am, and I have no idea where I parked."  Mackenzie jumped out of the car and brought this sweet, delicious woman to the passengers seat while we drove around looking.  She didn't even know what type of car she drove.  She gave her keys to Mackenzie and we went up and down every isle until we were on the other side of the parking lot where we found her car.  She looked up at me and said, "I just feel so blessed. I wish I could make you cookies or something."  I told her Jesus sent me, better make those cookies for Him.

I also pray for her today, as I realized that she has the beginning signs of dementia.  I remember my grandmother calling my mom when she couldn't find her way home from the grocery that she went to every week of her life, or she couldn't remember what her car looked like.  Now don't be running to your doctor when you can't find your car in the parking lot, because that is all of us...minus my older sister who probably counts spaces.

Just two small words might change your day.  "Send me."