Do you know that old song? If you do you know what the next line is - But you can’t come in. Well, After two-plus odd years of praying for strangers I did something I have never done. I actually got out of my husband’s work truck that I happened to be driving and walked up to a woman sitting in a Van and knocked on her window. She looked at me and I motioned for her roll the window down. She did. A crack. Can you blame her? Didn’t think so.
So I tell her what most people are used to hearing by now or know by heart if you read this blog on a regular basis – “I have this resolutions and ever day . . . and today you are my stranger. ” Let’s just say ‘Amanda’ is her name. (And my dear if you are reading this you know it’s you and I know you’re real name
and am remembering you fondly.) Amanda gives me a bit of wary eye as she asks my name. I tell her and then begin to walk away to just wish her Peace and get on with my business and leave her to hers. But she seems to hesitate. And then to ask me another question.
Then she rolls the window down all the way and begins to tell me her story.
I could share it here but it’s rather personal. But she told me about a few things that were troubling her, things in her life that she wished were better or certainly hoped would have a favorable outcome. And we spoke a little bit longer before I realized I had a Praying for Strangers card that I could give her with the website which I went back to the truck, retrieved from my purse and shared. Normally, I’m in my little white Jeep liberty. Now if you see someone get out of a little Jeep liberty you would just kinda assume their nice and for the most part – harmless. A big old, work truck with stuff and things and rails and such is not so friendly.
But Amanda now sees past that. She rolls the window down and we share a moment in the middle of the city about family and children. Cares and concerns.
A very, universal woman to woman moment. Here’s what I love the most. That night before I went to sleep I did say special prayers for Amanda and everything she’d told me about. And the fact is deep, deep in my heart I truly cared about what happend to this Stranger. That our lives had intersected in a meaningful way. After two years of doing this I still find that fact rather amazing.








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