High five, Mama

Today I challenged my Mary & Martha friends to journal using this topic, "God has chosen me for this good work:_________________________"

Of course, I never give out a challenge that I am not willing to complete myself, so I pondered this idea all day long. 

What is this good work that God has prepared in advance for me to do?

I considered the ways I had been uniquely gifted and what I feel He has called me to do, but it wasn't until tonight at the grocery store, that I had a tangible reminder of what those good works look like in my life. 

As I was paying for my groceries, I stumbled upon a spare Starbucks gift card that I had purchased to use as an incentive for my team. I hadn't sent it out yet, so I thought I might grab myself a coffee on the way out the door. I stuck the gift card in my back pocket, and finished checking out. As I left the store, I just wasn't in the mood for anything, and I could hear the holy spirit prompting me to listen to the voices around me. I knew I was listening for who I was supposed to give the gift card to.

I loaded everything in the car and nothing. I even put my purse on the front seat and loaded the watermelon in the carseat for safe keeping. Zilch. It wasn't until I went to put the basket away that I overheard the most beautiful conversation. 

It was a mama and her sweet girl...about the age of my Brooke. 

"You don't listen to the words of those bullies, ya hear me?"

"Yes, mama."

"No, I mean it. They are nothing but liars. You are an amazing girl, and I don't want to hear any more of those lies that they say about you. You understand?"

"Yes, mama."

"They are nothin' but bullies, that's what they are. And you are special."

Y'all. Can I just tell you that I wanted to run over and high five this incredible gift of a mama! I did walk over and say, "Way to go! You are winning at being a mom! I just want to give you this little treat to thank you for speaking life into your daughter. Those bullies are just jealous of her having such an amazing mom!"

She thanked me. And thanked me again!

Right there in the Kroger parking lot...Jesus showed up. I was blessed. I hope she was blessed, and I know that sweet girl figuring out who she is was blessed. 

Our words matter. They matter a whole bunch. And if we can just cheer each other on, we can all win in this thing called motherhood!