Is that you, God?

It happens sometime and it happened this past Wednesday morning. Some of you will understand exactly what I mean; others will have never had the experience and will wonder if it is possible. Let me assure you, God does move in mysterious ways!

In John’s closet were several pairs of coveralls. None of them was useful to us anymore and so I put them into the back of the Explorer, intending to stop by the local Goodwill store to donate them. The coveralls are in good shape and will be great for anyone who needs them and can fit into them.

But I haven’t been able to find time to stop by Goodwill. After a few days, I wondered if I wasn’t supposed to leave them there. I began to pray. It wasn’t a big deal, I didn’t worry about the coveralls, but I wanted to do what God wanted me to do. I thought that perhaps I should offer them to our church’s homeless ministry. The PCN Hands and Feet (H&F) ministry helps so many people, mainly men. I intended to contact one of the H&F team members, but I kept forgetting to write the email or text. Again, I wondered if God had a specific plan for these coveralls.

On Wednesday mornng, I stopped by the local convenience store to get a Diet Coke. As I stood in line, the man in front of me caught my attention. He was an older gentleman who worked with his hands and his back. He was wearing coveralls, but unlike the ones I had in the Explorer, his were the ones made for cold weather. He finished his purchase of bananas and snack cakes and a single cup of coffee:   I thought he might be buying snacks for several people.

As he left the store and I finished my purchase, I could not get him out of my mind. As I headed to my vehicle, I almost called out to him. But, he was walking away from me and I didn’t know what to say.

I got into the Explorer and a thought came to me, “Give him the coveralls.” What? Was that God speaking to me? I felt a little embarrassed. I had already had two opportunities to talk with the man and had said nothing. Wouldn’t it be odd for me to go to him a third time?

As I pulled out of the parking space, I could see him stash the snacks on the passenger’s side of his work truck. Behind the truck was a big trailer with pool installation/repair materials and tools. It was only 30 degrees; I could not imagine working on a pool in this weather.

And, so I did it. I pulled my vehicle up next to his and stopped. I got out and popped open the back door. He looked at me and I smiled at him and said, “I have some of my husband’s old coveralls. We don’t them and I wondered if you knew of anyone who could use them? I just need to give them away.” His face was radiant and even his voice seemed to smile as he replied, “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you so much.” I handed the clothes to him and we said our goodbyes. And, then, I added “God bless” and his smile got even bigger.

As I returned the Explorer, it felt as if the vehicle was filled with the presence of God. I broke out in praise and thanked God for letting me be part of a blessing. I have no idea if those coveralls will make a difference in anyone else’s life, but they did in mine.

When God says, “Go” – go. When God says, “Give” – give. When God says, “Trust me” – trust Him. When God says, “Fear not” – Stop fearing!!

Paul spoke for me when he wrote: “I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus!” (Philippians 1:3-6)

Don’t hesitate to do work that God sets before you!


1 thought on “Is that you, God?

  1. Tracie

    Yep, I sit teary eyed reading this. I have felt His presence so many times, in so many places in the presence of so many strangers (perhaps “angels unaware”) and know that God is right THERE! Incredible!!!!

    Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 12:51:44 +0000 To:



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