The Woman with the Box

Philippians 4:19
“And my God will meet all your needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.”

It was a hot summer morning in Rochester, Minnesota, and a wave of heat hit me as I exited the doors of the Ronald McDonald House.  Summers here were milder and shorter than in Iowa, but needless to say, we still got the taste of a good heat wave for a couple of weeks in July.  The hospital was always so cold, so I didn’t mind a little heat. After meandering through the parking lot to the sidewalk just beyond, with my head down, I started out on my morning walk to St. Mary’s Hospital.  I began thinking about the coffee I would soon be purchasing at the Caribou across the street. Pleasing thoughts of mochas and lattes danced in my head, and I quickened my pace in eager anticipation of drinking one of them.

While walking, I looked up to see how far away from the hospital I was when I noticed a rather peculiar sight.  There was a young woman a ways up ahead of me carrying a large box. Even though I was still quite a distance from her, I could see she was really struggling with it.  It held my attention for a while because I wondered why she would be taking such a large box to the hospital. Unable to come up with a reasonable explanation, I went back to walking with my head down.  The next time I looked up, I was surprised to see that she hadn’t arrived at the hospital doors yet. She apparently had given up on carrying the box and was now sitting on it beside the sidewalk.

“Hmmmmmmm,” I thought.  “That’s not something you see every day.”

As I approached her, I soon realized she had stopped and was sitting on it because she was bawling her eyes out.  Concerned, I stopped and asked, “Are you okay? Can I help you carry the box?”

She nodded.  Together we picked the box up and started out again for the hospital, and she began opening up about what was troubling her.  “I’m from North Dakota and my baby is having heart surgery. I have three other kids at home with my husband, and my husband is angry at me, so he only sent me half the money he was supposed to.  I need to ship this box, and I don’t have enough money to ship it.”

My heart sank.  This was such a hard place.  Everywhere I looked there were sick children and grief-stricken parents.  For most families financial difficulties loomed, and fear of the unknown outcome of their sick child hung over their heads like a black cloud.  It was no wonder she and her husband were arguing. One very sick child was a state away with one parent, and three other young children were at home with the other.  They had to be stressed to the max. As we walked, I listened and offered what encouragement I could.

After arriving at the hospital, we came to my elevators just inside the Francis Building.  “These are my elevators,” I told her. “How much farther do you still need to go?”

“Not much farther.  I can handle the rest by myself.  Thank you for helping me,” she said.

I then stopped, set the box down, pulled out my wallet, and handed her $60.

“Oh, I can’t accept this,”  she said.

“No, please take it,” I said.  “It’s not my money anyway. People gave it to me.”

While TJ and I were at Mayo, I was amazed at the amount of money I received in the mail.  I couldn’t believe how kind people were, and some of them were people I didn’t even know. A few weeks after TJ’s surgery, when we realized his medical problems were not going to be over any time soon, I quit my job to stay with him.  Since we lost an entire income, my goal was to use the money I received in the mail to live on so I would not have to dip into our already tight finances back home. Up to this point in our stay in Rochester, I always had everything I needed.

So after again encouraging the woman to take the money, she finally relented and accepted it, and we went our separate ways.  I pushed the up arrow for the elevator, and when the elevator doors opened, I was happy to see there was no one in there and I would be riding the elevator alone because I had some praying to do.  As I rode to TJ’s floor, I prayed, “Lord, I gave that woman almost everything I have, but I know it’s what You wanted me to do. I’m low on money now, Lord, so You are going to have to help me.”

I then walked off the elevator and pushed my concerns about money aside because I trusted that God would take care of me.  I really didn’t have time to worry about money anyway. I had to keep focused because there were more important things going on.  TJ was having trouble with excruciating headaches as they weaned him off powerful medications.

Over the next few days, I tightened the purse strings.  There were no more mochas or lattes from Caribou, and I ate simple meals that were prepared in the kitchenette in my room at the Ronald McDonald House.  About three days after the box incident, during a short lunch break, I walked to the Ronald McDonald House to check the mail. I was excited to see that in my mail cubby was a card from a good friend named Carole.  I always loved getting mail from home. After opening the envelope and reading the front of the card, I noticed there was a folded-up check inside. I unfolded the check, and to my surprise, saw that it was for $60, the exact same amount I gave the woman with the box.  God had met the needs of the woman carrying the box as well as my own needs.

I learned a powerful lesson that week when I was in Rochester.  I learned that if I hold on tight to everything I have because I’m afraid of where more will come from, then I really am not trusting that God will provide for my needs.  But if I take a step of faith and believe that God will meet all my needs like He says He will, I learned that I will hold on to what I have loosely and will allow myself to be used as a conduit so that God can use me to get money to others who are in need as well.  The Lord says in Matthew 6 that just as He feeds the birds of the air and clothes the grass of the field, He will also feed and clothe His children. All He requires of us is to trust Him and take Him at His Word. And if we do that, then we will be enormously blessed by watching how the great Hand of God moves into action and provides for His people.

He truly is a God who will meet all of our needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.

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