About three weeks ago, I got a message from the Holy Spirit. There was a child I would meet and she needed a special message. I’d know this child when I saw her. I’d volunteered to serve at Pinellas Hope homeless shelter so I presumed the girl would be there.
As luck would have it, I confused my dates and overscheduled myself. I wouldn’t be able to serve on the scheduled day. I was bummed out thinking I’d miss giving that child the special message.
I have learned that I am not in charge. It took me a few years to learn this lesson.
Today, I visited Office Depot to get some color fliers for Heartstrings From Heaven. A lovely black woman and her daughter were piecing together a special Minnie Mouse small poster ahead of me in the printing department. They’d attached red sequined letters to dazzle up the artwork.
I said, “That is the cutest thing ever!” They both smiled at me. The young girl had long braids and a high ponytail on top. She wore a blue plaid ribbon that matched her blue and white plaid uniform. I guessed her age to be seven or eight. Her mom was beautiful and had a peaceful way about her.
“Is this for your birthday? I asked. The mom said, “No we’re taking a Disney Cruise in a month. We’re decorating our door.”
“Oh, how fun!” I exclaimed. The little girl snuck a peek at me and grinned.
Could this be the girl the Holy Spirit mentioned? I wasn’t sure.
A feeling said, “Yes, Anne, this is the one.”
How do I tell a lady in Office Depot that I have a message from the Holy Spirit for her? Surely, she will think I’m crazy. I took a deep breath.
I looked the mom in the eyes and said, “I hope you don’t think I’m a lunatic, but I was at a retreat last week. I’ve been chatting with the Holy Spirit. He told me I’d meet a little girl and I’m to deliver a message.” She smiled and nodded.
“Wow! That is very cool,” she said seriously. I’m a believer.”
I told her, “I think your little girl is the one. I’m supposed to let her know that the Holy Spirit thinks she is special and very loved.”
The mom touched my arm. She placed her other hand on her heart. I didn’t introduce myself. She didn’t either. We just smiled at each other. After they checked out, the mom waved as they left the store. “Thank you,” she yelled.
I waved back and mouthed the words, “Thank You.”
I may never see them again. I hope I do. I’d like to know them better and hear all about that Disney Cruise. I’m sure the Holy Spirit already knows.