firelady's Journal

My mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this
> particular day, he was building some crates for
> the clothes his church was sending to orphanages
> in China. On his way home, he reached ,into his
> shirt pocket to find his glasses, but they were
> gone. When he mentally replayed his earlier
> actions, he realized what had happened; the
> glasses had slipped out of his pocket unnoticed
> and fallen into one of the crates, which he had
> nailed shut. His brand new glasses were heading
> for China!
>
> The Great Depression was at its height and
> Grandpa had six mchildren. He had spent $20 for
> those glasses that very morning. He was upset by
> the thought of having to buy another pair. It's
> not fair, he told God as he drove home in
> frustration. I've been very faithful in giving of
> my time and money to your work, and now this.
>
> Months later, the director of the orphanage was
> on furlough in the United States. He wanted to
> visit all the churches that supported him in
> China, so he came to speak one Sunday at my
> grandfather's small church in Chicago. The
> missionary began by thanking the people for their
> faithfulness in supporting him.
>
> But most of all, he said, I must thank you for
> the glasses you sent last. You see, the
> Communists had just swept through the orphanage,
> destroying everything, including my glasses.
>
> I was desperate. Even if I had the money, there
> was simply no way of replacing those glasses.
> Along with not being able to see well, I
> experienced headaches every day, so my coworkers
> and I were much in prayer about this. Then your
> crates arrived. When my staff removed the covers,
> they found a pair of glasses lying on top.
>
> The missionary paused long enough to let his
> words sink in. Then, still gripped with the
> wonder of it all, he continued: Folks, when I
> tried on the glasses, it was as though they had
> been custom made just for me! I want to thank you
> for being a part of that.
>
> The people listened, happy for the miraculous
> glasses. But the missionary surely must have
> confused their church with another, they thought.
> There were no glasses on their list of items to
> be sent overseas. But sitting quietly in the
> back, with tears streaming down his face, an
> ordinary carpenter realized the
> Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.
>
> There are times we want to blame God instead of
> thanking him! Perhaps we ought to try to thank
> Him more often. May GOD bless your week. Look for
> the perfect mistakes. People are like tea bags -
> you have to put them in hot water before you know
> how strong they are.
>
> ~Author Unknown~
>