There is usually a reason why things happen. It usually happens because a person wants it too or there is a circumstance that makes it happen.
One day about a year ago Jennifer came by the old house. It was very early on in the renovation. People were always stopping by. We were new to the neighborhood, making a a lot of racket and causing quite a stir in the neighborhood. So I assumed it was just a neighbor stopping by to introduce themselves and hopefully bring me food.
Jenn was neither of those. Instead she introduces herself as a past tenant who lived in the old house. Her and her son lived in Apartment 1 prior to smoker lady moving in with her band of lovelies. Absolutely no sarcasm.
Jenn knew exactly the issues with the prior tenants we had. She understood the disgusting nature of the beast we called our home. We became instant friends. I shared my blog with her and hoped that she would follow along and come by anytime.
We became facebook friends and continued to chat often. She called herself one of my blog stalkers and would admit to driving by to stare at the old house. Made me laugh. Knock on the door silly!!!
It has been a few months since we had spoken so it was time for a revisit. It would be the first time she had come over since we have lived here. Yes we live here but I always disclaimer that it’s still a long long LONG way from done.
We plan a visit.
The visit was today.
She comes to the door and I give her a hug. She has a gift.
Not just any gift but a homemade gift. My favorite kind. But there’s more. This gift was thought about in detail.
Jenn knew that I had saved some of the lathe from the walls. Don’t ask me why! I just wanted it. Jenn waited until we weren’t home driving by often looking for cars. One day we were gone and she spoke to the 2 men building our decks in the back. “I need some of those little strips of wood that were behind the plaster walls. I don’t know what they are called but Charma told me she kept them!” Yes Charma did and there were bundles of them in the carport.
This is what she made from strips of wood that were built in the walls of our old house.
I unwrap it.
I don’t want to cry however I am blown away by the kindness of this person who barely knows me.
Old wood – yes
Scripture – yes please
She tells me about gathering the wood. She tells me how she is a baby Christian. She writes in my card about how God has a plan and that my words and my outward expression of faith helps her be stronger in her walk with Jesus every day.
Jenn, no better gift can I receive than for someone to tell me I overflow with Jesus’ love.
I’m grateful for my new friend.
I really don’t think her stopping by that day was coincidence.
Not at all.