Just do it

I'm kind of hesitant to tell this week's stories.  OK, last week's stories.  But sometimes the stories in my life write themselves, so here is just a bit of what happened last week.

I used to have a collection of shot glasses that Wendi gave me when she came out here all those years ago.  I put them away at Christmas and take them out afterward, mostly just to take up space in the china hutch that runs along the wall of my dining room.  By wall, I mean about 20 feet of china hutch shelves.  It's a built in thing.  I was dusting them the other day and a thought popped into my head:

"I really should get rid of these."

I don't know why.  They're just there.  But the thought was there enough that I actually thought about putting them away in a closet.

A few days later, a friend on Facebook who is a childhood friend of my sister, posted the oddest thing on said Facebook:  She was looking for some state shot glasses.

Ask, and ye shall receive.  I packed them up for her and took them to my mom's on Friday.  My mom took them to my sis and she and her friend can see each other for a minute when they get delivered.

Everybody wins.

I was going to keep one, which I had separated out and put in the sitting room.  It was the Oregon shot glass.  But no, it was ALL of them.  I can't explain it better than that, but they had to go.

And go they did.

I remember enough of my Bible to remember that holding onto things that need to go is a bad idea.  It never worked out for whoever coveted things.  The initial battle for Ai was lost because someone kept some of the stuff that was to be destroyed from the previous battle.  The guy that kept it, his whole family got dead because of it.

Let go of the stuff.

The furnace that heats the main part of the house finally gave up the ghost.  It can no longer be of use, so it quit working.  Maybe if it continued to work, things would have been bad, like it could have started a fire or something bad.  It quit.  We have two others.  Spring is coming.

Spring is coming.

So I had this thought the other day about someone I know needing a pizza.  Kind of an odd thought but said person is a bit of a pizza snob and doesn't get to get good pizza very often anymore.  I kinda wanted to take said person a pizza but blew off the thought.  Timing to do this is always a problem anyway.

I had to go to work early on Thursday to talk with the union about my workman's comp claim.  I didn't know they helped out.  I do now, and since I pay dues, I'm going to have them help me get things straightened out.  Anyway, I didn't have all of the information I needed so I went to the hangar earlier than usual.  I found a parking spot in the big lot and just got out of my car and got ready to go to work and that's when I saw it sitting on the front seat of the car I parked next to.

A pizza.  Sitting on a plate.

Not in a box, mind you, but on a plate.  A whole pizza.

Now, if I hadn't seen this, I would be with you in thinking that it's time to call the two guys with the white coats and the ginormous butterfly net.  I have a picture.  I took it with my cell phone.  You can see the reflection of my car in the photo and see the pizza on the front seat.

I kid you not.

So you see this and now you have to start asking yourself some questions, right?

And after you ask them, you have some choices to make.  I decided that I was gonna deliver a pizza because there just isn't this much coincidence or random in the world.

I needed a haircut.  The young lady that cuts my hair was not working Friday morning, so I made an appointment for Saturday afternoon.  I was gonna deliver said pizza on Friday, but something happened that prevented that. The nice way to put things is that a door closed.  It happens in life.  So I just figured I wasn't gonna deliver a pizza and chalked it up to just one of those things I didn't understand.  But it left me with a lot of head scratching and wondering what was going on in my life.

That was Friday.

Then Saturday happened.  The young lady that cuts my hair had an appointment that ran long, so I had to kill about 15 minutes while she finished.  Nothing happened.  But when she was done with her other client, she and I were chatting about things while she cut my hair.  Turns out she lives pretty close to where the pizza was going.  The world isn't that small.  It just isn't.

When I got back home, that closed door was wide open again, so I ordered said pizza.  When I went to pick it up, there was a woman there wearing biker leathers and a jacket that identified her, among other things, as a Jesus freak!

Hey, me too!  She was a Christian biker chick!  I told her I liked her jacket.  The gal that rang me up called me something the person the pizza was for used to call me:  Mr. Cooper.  I asked her if she had a pizza for Dale.

She said it more than once and she wasn't that much younger than I am.

BTW, I wasn't trying to pick up the Christian biker chick.  Not my type.

I think sometimes we have little appointments God sets up for us.  I'll let you judge for yourself whether or not this was from above but I think it was.  God gave me something to do.  He reinforced it with some little road marks.  When the door closed, He re-opened it.  And I did what I was supposed to do:

Trust and obey.

So add pizza delivery guy to the list of things I am to people.

I don't always understand what God is up to.  I just know that a lot of dominoes had to fall in the right places to have that story to tell.  If I'd had been one or two minutes earlier or later, I wouldn't have seen the Christian biker chick.  I think she's just a reminder to me that I was doing something I was supposed to do.  Another odd thing I saw was a license plate on a van when I was on my way to deliver said pizza that said:  Beloved

Yes, yes I am.

So my advice to you is that sometimes even when it doesn't make sense.....

Just do it.

To God be the glory!