Daisy, the Bait
Have you ever had something really random happen…something that you know the Lord is behind somehow, yet you’re not sure about the why of it all, so you just go with it? Yesterday, my kids and I (and Daisy) were in the car waiting for dad. The windows were rolled down, the radio blaring our favorite song as we were bobbing our heads to the beat. Daisy was where she always hangs out…perched at the window waiting for whomever has exited the car to return. In the process, she always draws attention…always makes friends. Yesterday was no exception. Her tail and wiggle alert me to an oncoming fan, whose oooh’s and aaah’s begin steps before she reaches Daisy. She was a talkative sort, who in the span of 15 minutes spilled out her dog and cat history (complete with pictures), her daughter’s school and work history, her own work history (she was a hair dresser who specialized in curly hair…of course she did since we all have curly hair) and her family’s weekend plans.
During the course of the conversation, which now includes my husband who has since returned to the car and is patiently waiting for the conversation to wrap up, our new friend fires off some curse words and notices that my husband snickers at her choice words (he always does that when he’s uncomfortable, especially since the kids were present). (Funny how I never felt the need to check her for her language…her exuberance was quite entertaining.) Here’s the bizarre part of the story…She excused herself in order to grab a pen from her car so that she could give me her information and while she was away my daughter asked me if I had ever met this woman before since we appeared to be chatting as though we were friends. I said no and my daughter replied, “You don’t even know her name. It’s probably Laura…she looks like a Laura.” To that, I replied, “No, her name is Barbara.” Our new friend returned to the car, handed me her card and I was startled as I glanced at it, looked at my daughter and placed it under my thigh. We were ready to say our goodbyes when my husband asked her her name and my family wanted to fall out when she said “Barbara.” She noticed our reaction and grew serious when I told her I guessed her name. She asked me how I “did” that and then she told me she was psychic. (I sort of picked up on a little tug of war in the spirit but I wasn’t gonna go there.) We spoke for a few more minutes and this time when she was about to curse, she caught herself. We wrapped up the conversation with her saying she enjoyed meeting us and as she walked away, I said “God bless you,” and her response….”thank you for that.”
Now I have no idea what the point to all of that was…why she lingered as long as she did; why the Holy Spirit revealed her name; why I felt peaceful, somehow knowing that I would see her again, so not feeling pressured to share the Gospel with her…just loving on her and listening.
This morning I prayed for Barbara and then I sent her a text telling her just that. I prayed for her protection, for her peace and for her salvation. I asked the Lord to let me know the purpose of that meeting….if He wanted to and promised to be open to His leading. I’m just so stinkin’ curious about the randomness of it all!
Perhaps Daisy and I are evangelists in the making. :)