Another donation made possibly only by YOU. I am just the delivery woman.
Today I was at the grocery store picking up a few things. I only had the money myself because a friend purchased my camera from me since I never use it. Otherwise, my trip would’ve waited until either income tax or who knows when.
As I was in line, I couldn’t tell at first if I was second or third. There was a woman at the end paying, and a gentleman behind her with one item asking the woman if she could purchase whatever it was he was holding. I thought to myself, if she doesn’t, I will. The woman looked confused but eventually said to go ahead and ring up the item with her stuff.
I checked out, bagged up my stuff and walked to my car before I felt God telling me that the $33 in the donation envelope I had with me would go to very good use if I gave it to the woman. So, I put everything in my car and started to walk back in the store (they were ahead of me in line but still hadn’t come out of the store) as the woman was walking out.
She was having a very hard time understanding why I was handing her money due to being deaf. I could clearly understand what she was saying, but she couldn’t understand me or read my lips. So, she called for the gentleman whose item she paid for (as it turns out, they were together), and asked him what I was saying.
I cannot begin to express how happy and grateful this woman, “Rena,” as I now know her name to be (not sure if I spelled it right, though), was. She kept asking why I would do something like that, and I just repeatedly told her that God put it on my heart, while drawing a heart shape with my fingers over my heart.
Rena asked a couple times if it was just for her or if she had to share it. I told her it was just for her and she could use it however she liked. She said something about her daughter always taking stuff, and the man was now playing with the money like he won the lottery (although he was also very grateful – I’m not sure what relation he was to Rena but if I had to guess I’d say it was her partner.
Rena just continued to thank me and even invited me to her house. She didn’t give me the address, but she did give me pretty specific landmarks and I took note of the car they got into in case I ever decide to go look her up. The man kept calling me an “angel,” and it was definitely nice to see in real time the reaction of recipients of donations that YOU all provided.
I feel it necessary to repeat (as I’m sure I’ve said it before) that I only post these stories because it is not me providing donations. I am just the one delivering them to the recipients. I could not do this if nobody every purchased my products. Or if God didn’t bless me with a way to make some money now and then. Sometimes these donations will be combined, but when I make a donation solely out of my own pocket, you will never hear about it. I only tell you about donations that are at least partly funded by YOU. This is because I made a promise to God that I would give a portion of all profits to people in need and I hold myself accountable and want you to know where your money is going.
Thank you again, and hopefully there will be more to donate soon!
The Armentrout Shout-Out 