A friend of mine is struggling financially.
She texted me a few weeks ago to tell me she was having to sell some of her prized possessions in order to pay for gas and utilities.
I offered my condolences.
"that super sucks," I wrote.
I'm compassionate like that.
After I wrote "that super sucks" I had a thought.
The thought said, "send her $40 in the mail." (She lives in a whole entirely different city.)
It felt like a good idea but I didn't do it right then.
The next day I had the impression again.
"Send her $40, bonehead."
Rude. Still a good idea. I told myself I would do it later. I didn't do it.
The same thought about the $40 floated in and out of my head for two weeks. I entertained it. Promised myself I would. Then I let the idea slip back into the shadows of my fickle mind.
My friend came to town recently. Right before I went to see her I made sure I had $40 in cash in my wallet to give her. Why $40? I didn't know. Nice round number, I suppose.
Better late than never.
As soon as my friend got into my car she burst into tears.
"I was expecting a check for $300. But the check written to me is only $260. I just really need that $40!" she sobbed.
We are connected. All of us. God answers our prayers through His children. I am capable, I now realize, of being an answer to your prayer. You may very well be the answer to mine.
I am thankful for The Spirit who whispers all things what I should do.
My greatest wish is to be of service in an important way. I want to die knowing I did all I could to lift and help those within my reach.
I thank God for inspiration and an extra $40. How very blessed I am.