I just ran into Cindy Herring, an old Lebanon acquaintance from College Street / Hills. She works for Healing Hands and she’s also heavily involved in the Mission Lazarus work. She was here on some business and she stopped by my office to visit. Midway through our conversation, she just interrupted me in mid-sentence and said, “I just have to tell you how much you look like your mother. Every time I look at your eyes, I think of her.” I can’t tell you how good that made me feel. When I was a teenager, I couldn’t stand it when people would tell me how much I looked like her; now I’m rarely around anybody who even knew her, so the compliment made me just swell up on the inside. Cindy teared up as she remembered how much my mother loved the flowers she and another lady from church would bring her. She remembered my father, too. When he got sick, she was one of the nurses that would stop by the house to work with him. She said she remembered that he would always be sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair waiting for her when she got there. Even when he was in severe pain, she said, he was always quick to crack a joke or a smart remark. When I told her it had been 21 years since he passed away, she couldn’t believe it.
This was only a 5 minute conversation, but it was such an unexpected blessing to me. Thank you, Lord, for these unexpected moments that You use to lift our spirits.