The hearbeat of God
Sometimes God speaks the loudest when we are the most quiet. I was just simply standing in line at the grocery store Saturday morning. I heard the cashier ask the man in front of me if they did anything interesting over the holidays. Then my heart starting beating faster as I heard his response. “Well, right now we are just trying to wrap our minds around what we are dealing with.” He points to his wife in her cute pink coat who was on the phone. “We just found out she has cancer and we up here from out of town trying to get answers.” I am immediately zeroed in on the wife finishing her phone call. And the cashier looks at her and says “I will pray for you.” There I stand, no words would come out. ( I know you find that hard to believe. )
The lady then looks at me, with tears in her eyes and waves. I wave back, look her deep in the eyes and say “bye.” It was if I was saying to her “I get it.”
Now, in many instances I would have told my story right there, prayed for her that instant or atleast told her I would pray. But that day, my heart felt the words her husband said so strongly ,it left me speechless. That must be the heartbeat God feels about us as His children. And in my mind, I was secretly trying to rush the cashier so I could run out into the parking lot and find this couple. But as God would have it, I left the store with my groceries and a heart full of compassion for these two people I did not even know. People I will likely never see again.
Reflections mixed with Hope
The memories of my own experience began to flood my mind as I loaded my groceries in the car. I remembered how it felt to tell random people I had cancer…. just because it was so fresh on my mind and raw in my heart. I remembered that sometimes it’s not what people say to you, it’s how they make you feel. It’s how they connect. I remembered how uncertain and overwhelming the diagnosis felt like at first. I also remember having the hope that God had healed me. I remembered the peace that could only be Him. Thank God for hope and peace. Thank God for the people I did not know that smiled and looked me in the eyes during that season. Thank God for the prayers of people who even now, ten years later tell me of praying for me and my family.
Let me share one story on that. I walked in my neighborhood while doing chemo, surgeries, and recovery. So, basically I walked with hats, scarves, bald, peach fuzz, crew cut, short hair, shoulder length hair then finally my long locks. One day during one of those phases of hair, I stopped and talked with a lady and ended up sharing my cancer story. She said she would pray for me. Fast forward to a few years later. I was walking and started chatting with a lady and when we finally exchanged names she beamed and said “You’re Suzanne Moore, I pray for you every morning. I didn’t recognize you with the long hair. I have wondered about you so often.” And we continued to talk on various occasions when I would see her on my walks. We have moved since then. Isn’t that something? She was so diligent to pray for me. Someone she didn’t know. Just as I will pray for the sweet “pink coat lady” as I call her.
Keep your eyes, ears and heart wide open for opportunities to show the love of God to someone.
You may be the only light they see that day! Never miss an opportunity to share hope and prayer. Words are not always needed.
Comfort sometimes comes in a smile, a nod, eye contact or a simple wave to say “I get it.”
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the suffering of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.” 2 Corinthians 1:3-5