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I Don't Know Her Name........

 
 

Over the weekend, I was blessed to travel with an amazing group of people to my home away from home, Cleveland Texas.  It is there supplies were brought and large cooking pots were fired up to cook and serve the community members after hurricane Harvey marked this town with his damaging winds and flooding rain. Serving and caring for those who have suffered a great loss tends to pull on the strings of my heart, however this precious lady not only pulled on my heart strings, her meek and humbleness has lodged a place in the depth of my soul. 

I had watched her walk through the church parking lot, shoulders slumped, her foot steps appearing to be in slow motion with her eyes scanning for someone to talk to. There was softness about her; a presence of need.  She asked if she had to register to gather the supplies she needed. After explaining to her she did not need to register and was welcome to take anything she needed, she humbly began to take a few items, she did not want to take more than her hands could carry , she was concerned that others would need more than she.

Grabbing a box, we began filling it up with things in the hopes it would get her through the next few days.  When we finished loading her car, she told me she lost her home and business. Her lower lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with tears.  My heart broke..............

I asked her if I could pray for her; wrapping her in a hug, I spoke the promises of God over her. Her tears were many, her gratitude immeasurable. I just wanted to scoop her up and take her home with me. I wanted to fix it all for her in the blink of an eye.  I wanted her heart healed and her life restored.

I don't know her name. But I saw her heart.

What I do know........

God never leaves nor forsakes us. 
His grace will and does carry us through.
His mercies are new every day.
His love is unfailing.
His faithfulness remains.
And she, along with all that have suffered loss caused by this hurricane, will be restored!

I do not know if she will ever know how she has touched me. I do not know if she will ever know her tears now have a place in my heart and how her humbleness has blessed me beyond words. She saw others blessing her, but the reality of it, she has blessed me.

She remains in my prayers as do they all. 



 Forever His Daughter,

Stacey



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