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Being a Blessing – Guest Post by Jennifer Parrish

This morning my daughter Jennifer Parrish shared an amazing story of how a complete stranger chose to bless her and her family. It is a beautiful story of ‘paying it forward’ and choosing to be a blessing in this world. This is from her FB page today:

I don’t get “serious” on here often, but something remarkable happened over the weekend and I think it holds an important lesson for all of us. I was waiting in a long line to check out at Target with a stockpile of SIX boxes of diapers and various groceries (crazy couponing, of course!) The couple behind me struck up a conversation with me to pass the time. We talked about my baby, mostly. First time mom. Sleepless nights. Those cute yet elusive first smiles and laughs. Jokes about how many diapers she must be going through as they eyed my cart. The cashier finished scanning my coupons, and as I was grabbing my card to pay, they stuck their credit card in the machine. WHAAA??? I was astonished. And overcome with emotion. I think I thanked them a thousand times as I gathered my things, teary-eyed. I haven’t stopped thinking about this. Did I say anything that made me sound like a charity-case? No, I don’t think so. I think they saw a new mom, putting an extraordinary amount of effort into saving money on the things she needed and they genuinely wanted to make a difference. What a gesture! It got me thinking a lot about money and the kind of example I want to set for my daughter. We’re all feeling the pressure to make more money, save more money, spend more money…we’re all obsessed. Even my “crazy couponing” can be viewed as an obsession with money. It’s a sickness. We have a roof over our head, food on the table, and clothes on our backs. And that’s more than most in this world. I want my little girl to know that; to really appreciate that. I think we all need to remember IT’S JUST MONEY. It’s what you do with it that really matters. Maybe it’s less about constantly collecting new and better things, and more about finding contentment and appreciation for what you have been blessed with. Maybe if we find ourselves in an opportunity to help another person, we should take it–without weighing it against our own needs first. Total strangers paid for a new mom’s diapers…and made a lasting impact on her philosophy about money, and the real value in life.

Thank you Jen – for sharing your heart with us today. Your post reminds us all how a simple act of kindness can mean so much. You are an amazing young woman and your daughter is blessed to call you Mom.

Thank you Lord for the kindness of these people. Bless them 100 times over!

Here is my daughter Jennifer and her beautiful daughter Devyn:

(Featured Image – Jennifer and Dameon Parrish)

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Hey Mom, I’m Home

“Hey mom, I’m home”. The Prodigal Daughter walks into the door of the old familiar farmhouse. The smell of turkey and stuffing envelopes her like an old quilt. So many pieces of her past flood over her as she walks in the door. There’s the old wood cook stove that used to be the place where she placed the baby chickens when they came in the funny box. And the stove where she used to help her mom can all those tomatoes and pickles. In the corner was the old wood burning fireplace. Man, how many mornings did she and her sister and brother sit in front of that fire in their footie pajamas?

She breathes in and exhales as all the stress of the past year leaves her body. Her body relaxes as she sits down in the old rocking chair. “This is the chair you rocked me in, isn’t it mom?” Mom says, “Yes, and all your babies too!”

Memories flood her mind as she closes her eyes and rocks. “Man, I can’t believe I made it back here. I really didn’t think I would mom.” Mom, with her infinite wisdom, comes up beside her and puts her hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, I knew you would come through those doors one of these days. This is your home. Besides my love for you never stopped. I love you when you are here and when you are not. And every day I prayed for you to come home. God is way bigger than our plans baby.”

The tears ran down her cheeks as she finally got it. Love. She had ran away years ago in search of it. Determined to find it like a buried treasure she searched for it in all the wrong places. Love wasn’t in people or places or things. It wasn’t based on what she did or what she didn’t do. It wasn’t found in where she went, or who she slept with.

Love was like the fragrance that welcomed her home. It was everywhere. She just had to breathe it in. It was there. It enveloped her with peace. It held her in the night. It rocked with her in the chair. It led her out of the darkness and back home. It was God.

God is the love that lives in prayers.

 

 

This his is my response to the Daily Post:

NEVER TOO LATE

Is there someone who helped you along the way without even realizing it? Here’s your chance to express your belated gratitude.

(Image credit: Pinterest)