The wonderful ways of God

Today God showed me that He is still planning to use me in some funny obscure way. I sent a text message to the girl that I saw crying on the bus yesterday. In the message I gave some advice and put in a bit of wisdom at the end of it. She does not have my new phone number, but did however sent the following reply back:

Hallo, I don't know who you are that texted me, but I have to thank you for the text message. You will never ever realise what you have done for me today. Just before I got your text, I stood in front of the Lord, once again crying, pleading, asking Him to show me who I really am and how other people perceive me. Thank you for your text, and there it is that the Lord answered me through you. Hope you have a nice day and thank you for the blessing that you are to me today.
(Translated from Afrikaans as best I could)

I haven't told her that it is my number, and I am not planning to do so in the near future. Helping people is something that I love doing, and today has once again proven to me that it is worth it.

A couple of months back, whilst I was still an area supervisor for a previous company, I got sent to attend to an alarm activation. I raced to the Church of England record centre, and, when I got there found it was a false alarm caused by the neighouring Church band drums. So I got back into the car, going about my normal daily duties again, and finally returned to the office after 7pm, only to find that the company fuel card is missing. I searched everywhere, and was about a spanner away from taking the car apart, when I realised it was futile, and I would have to answer for it in the morning.

That morning I prayed for assistance like never before. As I arrived at work, a bunch of keys and the car key got shoved into my hand. A frantic shift manager told me that there is an alarm activation no where else but at the Church of England record centre. So, my Schumacher alter ego came into play, and I raced down there again. Upon arrival I found the small receptionist who told me that the alarm just keeps on activating, even though she has silenced it. As I touched the keypad it just reset, as if nothing had happened.

After a brief discussion with the lady, I started walking down a small path to the pedestrian gate to get to the car. There, in the middle of the path, right in front of the gate, lay the fuel card, not a spec of dust or water on it. A gate that I had never used in three years at the centre, which I never park near to, never even came within 20 yards of it! I also leave the fuel card in the middle pocket of the car, and never take it out except at fuel stations. God smiled on me that day, through a simple fuel card.

God does work in mysterious ways, and I am still to understand His ways.