First Blessing Bag

*Just to warn you this isn't the best writing-it's more my rambling thoughts from awhile ago so I apologize for this.

About a week or so ago I had the opportunity to give away my first blessing bag.

To be honest I'd had a least one opportunity to give one away, but I was in a hurry and the guy was holding a sign about a couple lanes of traffic away so I used that as the excuse as to why I didn't stop to give him the bag. After I did this I was really disappointed with myself for not just taking the time to stop and give him one. Then a couple weeks later I had the opportunity.

I was driving to target and as I pulled in I saw a man holding a sign that said something about how his family was hungry. I was like ok I can give him a bag. The only problem is that they're in my trunk and so right now isn't the best time to stop in the intersection, when I'd have to get in my trunk. I did have the idea that maybe I should just pull over in the parking lot, get the bag, then walk it over to the man. Later I realized it was probably God telling me to do this.

Instead I made the decision to go into target then put a bag in my car so I could reach it and hand it to him on my way out of the parking lot. When I came out from target and drove to the intersection where he was standing he wasn't there anymore. I was again very mad at myself for not just stopping and giving it to him. It was a little selfish of me-since it wasn't at my ideal time to be handing it out. I was also angry that I hadn't listened to that gut feeling [God] and instead gone with what I thought would work out the best for me.

I then had the feeling that I should drive a different way home through more intersections because maybe the man had moved. [Again God telling me this] As I drove home I didn't see him and didn't see him. I was still thinking it through in my head and just getting mad at myself. Then at another intersection I saw the man. So I turned around and drove to this intersection, rolled down my window, and gave him the bag. He told me God bless you, and thanked me. I turned around so I  could go back home and as I did this I saw him drinking the water. This made me happy-that God could use me in such a way to bless this man and give him a drink. I did feel bad that the water has been in my car since April so it obviously wasn't cold, but at least it was wet.

It was a great reminder during a difficult week for me that God was there and had a plan. Even when I don't listen to what he wants me to do. When I think that I know the best way to do something or have my own plan that makes sense to me-it doesn't always work out in the best way for others. But when I do listen and follow his plan then I have the opportunity to bless others. Hopefully I will have the opportunity to give out more bags and have the willingness to listen to God when he wants me to do something.