As I pulled into the parking lot at church, I was greeted with a “We Love Our Grandparents” sign.
My heart sank and I thought, “Great, just what I needed to see.”
I was already having a difficult morning missing my Grandmother who had passed away unexpectantly earlier that year. I felt like the sign was some kind of cruel joke reminding me that my Grandma was no longer with me.
As I pulled into a parking spot, I noticed the car that had been following me had pulled in behind me. An elderly woman I had never seen before got out of the car while I slowly gathered my things before opening my car door. I wasn’t in a socializing mood. My plan was to walk into church, slide into a back pew and get as much out of the service as I could that Sunday morning.
I knew I certainly needed it.
As the woman passed my car, I opened my door and noticed she had stopped and was looking at me.
“Looks like we’ve been following each other,” she said.
I smiled and said, “I thought that was you following me.”
She came over, put her arm around me, told me I was pretty and that I should be careful that day. I looked at her and wondered if this was somehow a message from my Grandma because she would want to remind me I was pretty and I should be safe.
The woman continued to walk with me and commented that she liked my shoes; they were metallic pointy-toe wedges, one of my favorites. We proceeded to discuss shoes and the difficulty in finding cute, affordable ones, a conversation much like one I might have shared with my Grandmother, who adored shoes like I do.
All too soon, we got to the side entrance where I usually enter. I asked her if she went in this way, but she laughed and said, “No, I like to go through the front door and give the guys hugs. They like that and so do I.”
I could see that like my Grandma, she loved to make people feel special.
We said our goodbyes and I walked into church amazed at what had just happened. A complete stranger coming up and putting her arm around me like a Grandma would and saying things that my Grandmother might have said doesn’t just happen.
I sat in church trying to memorize the moment because I knew it was a gift from God.
He knew I needed comfort that morning and He gave it to me.
I believe God used that woman to remind me that my Grandmother is closer than I realize and she will always be with me in the traditions I carry on, in the ways I love and in how I live.
Even more importantly, God used that moment to remind me that He is always with me. He sees my hurts and He sees my tears and He see yours too; He’s waiting to comfort us, but we have to be willing to let Him.
Some people would argue that my experience was a coincidence, that it was simply an old woman being nice.
However, I choose to view things differently; I choose to believe it was Him in that moment.
What will you choose?
Will you choose to believe that amazing moments are mere coincidences or that they are divine moments sent from Him?
By Brooke Smith, Magnolia Grace