At my husband’s workplace, which serves people in need of food assistance, donations of clothing and a variety of other items are also accepted. These, in turn, are sorted and placed in a sort of waiting room where clients can take whatever they need at no charge. Yesterday, a man holding a winter boot asked if my husband might be able to find its match in the employees-only warehouse.
My husband, with little confidence and a whispered prayer, headed to the “corner” where the clothing is usually piled in disarray. To his surprise, the other boot was on top of a bin of potatoes.
The man was still waiting and gratefully took the pair of boots. He had just been hired to drive a tow truck for the busier winter season and would not be paid for two weeks. Yet the running shoes he was wearing would be inadequate for this job. He had checked a retail store, but $100 was completely unaffordable.
These boots were meant for this particular individual! He had the boldness to ask. As well, if the two boots had been placed in the waiting room together, they would have been taken long ago. This is one more story showing that my husband works at a “providence place.”