Approaching the gate to my house, I see a white envelope on the ground. From a distance I see “for Grace” written on its back. I open the gate, pick up mystery envelope and walk toward the house. At this point I have no idear, no clue, no inkling what this is about. I tear it open from the top, impatient. Inside is a sheet of paper folded up in thirds. Before I even see what’s written on the paper, I unfold it to find myself face to face with a hundred bucks, a bill.
I suck in some air. Really? My eyes dash to the top of the paper where it’s typed, “I think God wanted me to give this to you. Be blessed!” Wow. I will.
Stepping into my house, I know I can’t even begin to try to figure out who might be the sender of such a gift. Still, I rack my brain, frazzled from work. No good.
I guess this is it. This is my reply.
Thanks. Thanks for being a part of my crazy journey. Thanks.
I will use it and enjoy it to the max.