Last year at this time, I had a very upsetting thing
happen to me in the parking lot of Costco.
At the time, I told very few people about it because I truly felt like
the Holy Spirit had moved in me that day and I feared that telling the story
would somehow come across as me taking credit for what only Christ deserves
credit for! I did share my story with a
local radio station through email and did so anonymously. Today I am sharing this story to all of you
for two reasons:
1 ~ Be open to the Holy Spirit in your own life! As we become more aware of his promptings, we
are able to walk in obedience more easily!
2 ~ It’s the holiday season – be careful out there! It is cold, people are desperate, and will do
desperate things! I pray protection over
each one of you as you go about your days!
Here is the story {as emailed to the radio station}:
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| Not the actual man - but one just like him! |
Today, I was shopping at Costco with my 18yo son and 3 of
my little ones. We were parked right at
the front door 4 spaces from the carts.
As we were leaving, my son was pushing my daughter in the cart ahead of
me with my other daughter right next to them.
I was lagging by about 20 feet as I had my 20 mo old on my back and am
pregnant.
As my son was approaching our van, I heard him say,
"Hey Man! Give me a break!" while
looking towards the driver's side of the vehicle.
I said, "What’s going on?"
He said, "These guys are siphoning our
gas!"
By then I was to the vehicle...I stood right in front of
their car and slammed my hands on the hood and called the man a foul name. I told my son to call the police and was
prepared to stand my ground so that they couldn't leave. That is right when the Holy Spirit took over
in me...I said, "Why would you do something like that?"
To which the man answered, "I'm just trying to get
home. I live in Seattle and I'm out of
gas."
I then responded, "Do you need money?"
And he said, "Yes!"
I told my son to hold on a minute as he had not yet
called the police.
I approached the driver of the car... as I approached; I
noticed a passenger on the other side, and another passenger lying down in the
back.
I said, “I’m sorry I called you (that name). But, why would you do that? You don't know my circumstances, you don't
know if I'm not on my last bit of gas.
Why didn't you just ask somebody for money?"
He said he didn't know, it didn't feel right to him.
So I said, “Hold on a minute, I'm going to give you some
money.”
I grabbed $20 {a rare occurrence for me to have cash} out
of my wallet, and headed back to him. As
I squatted down next to him, he said, "I can't take your money."
So I asked him if he knew Jesus Christ.
He said, "Yeah, kind of."
I said, "Well, you are obviously not walking with
him right now. But I want you to know
that He doesn't care if you are stealing gas, or lying, or doing drugs, or what
you are doing, if you are willing to turn from your ways and admit you're on
the wrong path, He wants to rescue you!"
I apologized another time for calling him (that name),
and he apologized to me for stealing my gas.
I said, "I know that I look like a middle class
woman with everything going for her right now, but you need to know that I had
a baby at 17, did my share of drugs and alcohol and was completely down and
out, but Christ changed all of that for me, and he will do it for you. So when you are in that place where you find
yourself with nowhere to go and nothing to eat and totally strung out and your
thinking, "what the heck did I do with my life", I want you to
remember the face of this woman who you were stealing gas from that gave you 20
bucks, and told you about Jesus and cry out to Him because He will rescue you
from that place."
He again said, "I can't take your money and I'm
sorry for stealing your gas."
I handed him the money and said, "I would give you
more, but this is all I have. I want you
to have it, because this is what Christ would do for you!"
He asked me if I was sure and I told him that yes,
because Christ loved him and wanted me to give him the money. He apologized
again, and left.
Two things struck me:
The passenger next to him dropped his
chin to his chest when I mentioned Jesus, and looked up and looked me straight
in the eye when said, "I want you to remember the face of this
woman..."
I'm praying for those three young men...even as I was on
my way home, that if I didn't do the right thing, if they were meant to be in
jail, then God would allow something else to happen so that they would be
pulled over.
Please join me as I pray for those men, they are
someone's sons, and Christ loves them too...they may end up doing mighty things
for His kingdom one day, remembering a face that hopefully reflected the true
heart of Christ!
All Glory to God!
Photo: "Running Out of Time" by Tom Stone Art
