My husband and I usually go out to eat after church, but today he wanted to rush right home to watch a game. Since I don't know the first thing about football, I decided to go eat by myself. I drove around a bit before deciding on a place.
I was almost through my meal when the thought crossed my mind. and I almost said aloud, Lord, wouldn't it be something if someone paid for my meal today?
Immediately I backtracked. Lord, that was out of the blue. What am I thinking? I must have that backwards. So I looked around the restaurant for someone I could bless. Most of the time, I prefer to be the one who blesses someone else.
About that time, the manager brought my bill. While I reached in my purse to get my credit card, someone tapped me on my shoulder. A woman I did not know said, "If you don't care, I'd like to buy your dinner."
My eyes immediately filled with tears. We talked for a couple minutes, I thanked her again and said, "God bless you!"
Sometimes I think, no - I know, my pride gets in the way of my blessings. The Lord intended to bless me on this day in that restaurant by that person. I'm thankful to Him, and appreciate the woman He spoke to who followed His leading.
I also know that sometime soon, it will be my turn to bless someone else.
"Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.” - Luke 6:38 NKJV
