I will preface this blogpost, that you may think I am crazy. :) I just have to write about an experience I had yesterday. Late yesterday afternoon, I was on the phone in my office, and Penny came in and said there is a man in the front office. She whispers that He cannot hear or speak. While I am on the phone, my mind is racing, "thinking I can't do this". My phone conversation ended, and I walked to the front. Do you ever have those times in your life, where you just want to run? you just do not want to handle something? well, this was my time. The man was big man, he had an umbrella, sweaty, kind of wet (it had been raining), and he had a piece of paper and a pen with an address written on the paper. I looked at him and tried to talk, thinking he could read lips, but he could not speak, just sounds. I, immediately, asked Penny to look up the address. She printed the house listing for me, and I began to try and communicate with this man. I had to write, he had to write, and he could not write well. It was very difficult to understand his motive due to his writing. Meanwhile, the front office is filling up with people, but my concentration was on this man. I felt a peace come over me. Yes, you think I might be crazy right now. But, it just seemed that no one in that front office mattered at this point. It was like I just heard muffled noise. I was calm. I have no idea what anyone in that room thought. I didn't care. I just wanted to help this man. The man was getting a little frustrated because I could not understand. I wrote to him, I am sorry... I wrote, do you have any more ?'s... I thought at first he wanted to rent, then I think he wanted to lease to own. Finally, after several pages of writing, I wrote,
"I Sell Houses. This house is a foreclosure. Can you get a loan for a house? This is not a lease to own house." I had already tried to communicate this principal at the beginning, but maybe it was patience that prevailed. As soon as he read the last note to him, he got this BIG smile on his face, and he seemed to understand. He wanted my phone number? I thought, like really? We can't even communicate face to face. So, I motioned to him, that I would get him a card. I gave him my business card and he seemed happy as a lark. I will never forget his smell (musty) and his BIG smile. He seem so appreciative. He went from frustrated to happy.
He left with all his papers that I wrote on, and I immediately went to another office to see where he went. Heck, I don't know where he went.
I have not been able to get him off my mind. How frustrating it must be for him everyday. My problems seem very, very small.
Last night, this verse came to me. I looked it up this morning,
"Keep on loving each other as brothers. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it."
Was he an angel that God put in my path? I do not know. But, I do know, that God gave me the heart, the actions, the ability to communicate with this man.
I thank you Lord, that you have given me a situation, that without you, I could not handle. I thank you Lord, for the peace and calmness and love for a stranger. Amen,
I'm happy, you happy? :))))