Friday, March 2, 2012

A Bottle of Water

This story was written on July 18, 2009, and is reprinted from another blog.

By noon today, it was already 107 degrees on the corner of Lyons Avenue and Avenida Entrana. I had already been out there for an hour, occupying the only corner that provided any shade.

I displayed the cross a little differently, today. Instead of standing and holding the cross, I set it up on an easel. You see: I wanted to accomplish two things today on Avenida Entrana. I wanted to display the cross, and I also wanted to catch up on my daily Bible reading. So, by placing the cross on an easel, I could sit down in a small lawn chair and read my Bible at the same time.

During the time I was out there, I distributed about a half-dozen gospel tracts; again, the majority of which were the Spanish version of the "Are You A Good Person" comic.

It was a quiet hour on Avenida Entrana. Then God sovereignly and graciously showed His love for me.

While sitting and reading my Bible, I made a point to repeatedly lift my head to look at those stopped at the light or driving by. As I read my Bible, I heard the sound of a car coming to stop in front of me. I looked up to see a white, full-size pick-up driven by a woman. A young girl (presumably her daughter) sat in the passenger seat.

The passenger window of the truck came down. The lady driver leaned across her daughter and extended her arm out the window. In her hand, she held a bottle of water.

"Thank you so much for what you are doing." She said.

I got up from my chair and approached the truck.

"Thank you. This is very kind of you. Thank you." I said, as I took the bottle of water from her hand.

I sat back down in my seat and waved to the lady and her daughter as they made the right turn on to Avenida Entrana. I watched as the truck pulled into the parking lot behind me. At first I thought the two had come to the HOA clubhouse to enjoy the pool. But then I saw the truck come back out of the parking lot as quick as it entered, and return to the intersection of Avenida Entrana and Lyons Avenue.

"They came by just to give me a bottle of water." I thought.

I waved again to the ladies in the truck. This time she rolled down the driver's door window.

As she waved back to me, I again thanked her for the water. "Thank you so much. This is a real encouragement to me."

"No." She said. You are an encouragement to us. We love you!"

The lady rolled up her window. I could see her smile, even through the tinted glass. When the light turned green, the truck made the turn onto eastbound Lyons Avenue and drove out of sight.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I prayed, thanking God for the kindness shown me by the two ladies in the truck and for the love He showed me through a bottle of cool water.

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