05/29/2017
Shared anonymously: "I've been praying a lot about this envelope. I brought it with me everywhere after I multiplied it once cause that's what I was feeling led to at the moment and all I could do but still didn't know who it was supposed to go to. For weeks now I've been praying over this envelope and person/people it would go to, I've brought it on runs even in the downpouring rain, to church, to work, where I went it went. The envelope over the past month became tattered and worn (wish I had a picture) so I put a note in it explaining, just this morning, that it's been prayed over a lot, brought many places and that's why it wasn't pretty. On Memorial Day I spend a lot of time at memorials or cemeteries just like 1000's of people. As I walked the hallowed ground of Fort Snelling National Cemetery praying for those that lost their loved ones who served and remembering those I've lost along the way that served & gave their lives for me. Embracing the reason my freedom isn't free. I saw faces, I saw pain, I saw hurt and people curled up next to tombstones but also honor, respect and so much more... I wished in that moment that I could give each family just $10 to show them they aren't alone and hug and pray with them. Obviously that was not humanly possible. In that process I came across a woman standing alone by a fresh grave. The stone wasn't even there yet while that's because the ashes were put in the ground 2 days before. She told stories of Gene (if I remember the tag properly) and of his service to this country having fought in Vietnam. She talked about how he had watched his friends be shot down around my age. A war that not everyone got welcomed back home from (welcome home Gene welcome home). I was going to keep going like I did many other times but I knew the tattered envelope in my pocket needed to come out as it was raining and go to her even though I didn't know why. I didn't have words to explain to her what was happening. I was just overcome by the freedom I have and amount of grace I've been given and love I have in my heart for all our service men & women and their families got a little overwhelming. Luckily one other individual from WLC that accompanied me explained the point behind the envelope since we realized the blue paper wasn't in the envelope but the money was :) The women it was given to essentially said she was going to pay it forward. So wherever that envelope is off to now I pray God uses it to His glory. It was a total God thing to be blessed to get to give that tattered envelope away on Memorial Day, it is a hard day for so many and rocks my world all the time. Thankful for the opportunity to give a very tattered prayed over and even sweated on envelope to a stranger of a loved one who served and fought so that I can be free...
Humbled and grateful and amazed by our God..."