6/25/06
A Victory Day!
For the past several years all my worldly possessions have been packed away in two rental
storage rooms.
In an effort to cut down on the expense I have been purging, giving away, selling off, all that I can, to reduce my load to just the one large room.
This has not been a quick nor easy process. It's taken a couple of years with much sweat and many tears.
Finally the smaller room was down to one pickup load.
Since the end of the month is getting near and my truck will be in the body shop all this week, I knew it was now or I'd have another month to pay.
So, this morning I got up at dawn, and with Dawgzilla riding with me, I drove over there (which is about 25 miles one way). All the way driving to there, I was so tense, already feeling the strain in every muscle from thinking about moving and loading the heavy curio cabinets and a very heavy box of books, to be donated to the library soon.
One reason I've reached the point of giving up some of my treasured furniture is because every time it needs to be moved there's never anyone around to help me. With a permanent injury to my right hand/arm last year, this has become a massive problem for me. I'm just not as young & strong as I used to be! : )
On my way there, the radio was playing some of the most beautiful, hip gospel songs I've ever heard, which I normally don't listen to. One in particular really touched me & I hoped they would tell the song title & artist, but they never did. I thought it would be perfect playing on my blog.
Oh well.
Driving into town on such an early Sunday morning, there wasn't much traffic at all. Which suited me just fine, until I pulled up to the redlight close to the rental location. Looking in my rear-view mirror, I saw a large blue car behind me with two very scruffy looking men, the type with nothing better to do than riding around just looking for trouble.
I started to get nervous.
What if they follow me into the storage area? No one would be at the office, and more than likely no else would be at their storage room. Finally I realized having Dawgzilla with me, I'd be ok. That boy would probably have someone for lunch if they tried to mess with his Mama!
So, I drove in and backed my truck up to the door of my smaller room so I wouldn't have to struggle so hard to get the heavy stuff loaded, to move it to the bigger room.
Before I could turn off the engine, two pickup trucks came whipping around the corner and stopped almost right in front of me.
Uh-oh.
Three big burly men stepped out.
Uh-oh.
I sat & watched as they opened the door to a unit and then a heavyset woman got out of the truck.
Feeling a little easier, I got out, tethered Dawgzilla and opened the rollup door on my unit.
Surveying the contents, I thought, well, I can do this but its going to take me a couple of hours all by myself, and the temp outside is already getting up really hot.
I scooted the first curio cabinet to the truck and slid it in quietly so as not to draw attention from the other people.
Just then, one of the young men walked up, asking me if I needed help.
I had a choice then... decide this is bad and decline his help or realize this wonderful, sweaty young man was sent to me from God.
I know a blessing when I see one and quickly accepted his willing help.
We got my truck loaded and I drove shortly up the hill to my large room. He walked up there and helped me unload.
I asked if they were moving here from Fla ( i saw their truck tags) and he said yes but he is originally from this town, having graduated from NS Highschool in 1986. Trying to make small talk, I asked if he knew my daughter or son who also attended the same school.
When we finished unloading the truck he paused slightly looking at me like he was waiting for an offer of money or something. I told him I didn't have any money I could offer him but I'd be glad to give him a hug. He said "Ok but I'm all sweaty" and I told him "Thats fine with me", as we briefly embraced. I asked his name and he replied "Bruce" as he walked away to join his companions.
They closed the door to their unit and drove away.
Shortly, I drove back down to my smaller room to sweep it out & close the door.
As I walked out of it for the very last time, I was overjoyed at the wonderful feeling of VICTORY and raised my arms shouting "YES!!!" praising God not only for the accomplishment of this goal, which had been a load on my shoulders for so very long, but also for sending me a sweet sweaty Angel to help me.
Thank God for all of this and thank you Bruce wherever you may be.
"...for some have entertained Angels unawares"
