by David Beegle
Impact Resource Center
Do you think God listens to more than our prayers? Do you think he listens to our to-day-day conversations? Last Friday I was visiting with a person from one of our fellow non-profits in this area called Open Door Mission. We network with each other almost like salesmen do – helping them helps us. He told me he couldn’t find milk anywhere. The Food Bank hadn’t had any in a while, and there weren’t any grocery stores or dairies with excess. I told him I didn’t have any either, but I walked away thinking to myself, “Where am I going to get milk?”
As it turns out that day was the end of a long week for us at the Resource Center, the same week we offered a money management class on Monday night (with people able to get groceries, supplies, and diapers) and also resumed our full services on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. It took me an hour and a half to get home in Friday night traffic due to an accident, and I was happy to get home and park myself on the couch to wait for whatever delightful dinner my wife had prepared for us. Little did I know that she was hoping to be taken out to dinner. No sooner had I sat down than the phone rang. It was Audie. He fixes all of our buses and big vehicles free of charge (which is a story for another day).
Upon chatting with him, the story unfolded about a trucker parked in the truck stop adjacent to Audie’s place. Audie is moving to a bigger location. His business has grown, and I can’t help but think God has rewarded him for his generosity. But that’s another story, remember? Anyway, Audie shouldn’t have even been there that Friday. He should have been at his new place, but instead he was there when the trucker from the truck stop came to ask if he knew of anyone who needed milk. He had a load of milk that got some sour cream spilled on a few bottles and the grocery where he was delivering it refused the whole load. They can do that, and apparently they do. Audie immediately thought of Impact and gave me a call.Did I want to get back in my car and drive all the way back downtown that Friday evening? Honestly I didn’t. Did I try to find someone closer to help me? Of course I did. But to no avail. So my wife (in hopes of getting dinner out) went with me to rescue the milk. Of course I shared it with my friend from Open Door Mission, but there was plenty left over for Impact. So be careful, the next time you say you need milk, the Lord might just bless you with 120 cases!