Tuesday evening I returned from an out-of-state visit with family. Steve picked me up at the airport.
“Where would you like to go for dinner?” he asked as we walked toward the luggage carousel.
“How about the Korean restaurant?”
Just thinking about their savory dishes made me even hungrier than I already was.
Minutes later my suitcase was stowed in the trunk. We drove out of the parking garage and approached the exit tollbooth.
Steve rolled down his window. “Good evening!” he called to the female attendant.
“Hello,” the woman responded dully, without even a hint of smile.
“Hard day?” Steve remarked.
She reached out to take the ticket from his hand. “I’m just frustrated,” she responded.
A quick glance out the rear window assured me no other vehicles were in sight. I felt compelled to engage with the hurting woman; Korean stir fry could wait.
“Nobody’s coming,” I said to the woman. “Would you like to tell us about it?”
After a slight pause she began to share.
“I am a college graduate, but since I’ve become disabled, this is the only job I could find. It’s just three days a week, too, and people are so RUDE!”
We nodded our heads in agreement.
“What’s your name?” Steve asked.
“Ginny*,” she replied, and indicated her nameplate on the booth.
Oops. Steve and I had both missed it.
“Well, Ginny,” Steve continued, “we are people of faith and have seen God answer many prayers and provide many blessings. We’re going to be praying for you.”
Her first blessing was instantaneous. Steve handed Ginny a generous tip, and she smiled.
“You don’t need to do that.” She tried to give the money back.
“No, no. You keep it,” Steve persuaded her. “Maybe it’ll make up a little for the rudeness you’ve dealt with today.”
“Well, thank you SO much! And may God bless you, too!”
“Oh, he does!” I assured her.
Steve pulled away from the booth before other cars approached. And I offered my first prayer for Ginny.
Thank you, Father, for the opportunity to provide encouragement. What a delight to see Ginny smile. I pray she experiences strengthened hope in you and saving faith in your Son, Jesus.
Yesterday morning, I happened upon Proverbs 13:2a and was reminded of our tollbooth encounter the night before:
“From the fruit of their lips people enjoy good things.”
Oh yes, Lord. We did enjoy good things last night with Ginny.
In our effort to lift her spirit, we too were uplifted. What a privilege to draw Ginny’s attention to you, relieve her stress a bit, and boost her morale. There’s also the joy of anticipation, knowing you will honor our prayers for her (1 John 5:14-15).
Then my imagination kicked in. I pictured us driving up to Ginny’s tollbooth sometime in the future. We’ll tell her how we’ve prayed for her.
Steve will ask, “How’s it going?”
And an effervescent Ginny will share that God has blessed her life in jaw-dropping ways.
In reality, however, it’s likely we’ll never see Ginny again. Part of God’s plan may be to graduate her from that booth into more fulfilling employment, long before we have opportunity for another encounter.
Oh, but wait. Perhaps we will get to hear Ginny’s story one day. And we won’t have to watch for cars approaching from the rear.
I’m picturing a picnic—Ginny, Steve, and me—seated by the crystal river in heaven (Revelation 22:1). We’ll chatter away like old friends, celebrating God’s glorious blessings and miraculous ways.
Now that will be a very good thing to enjoy.
*Name changed.
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What good things have you enjoyed lately from the fruit of your lips? Please share your story in the comments below!
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