#nationalcoffeeday

A few days ago I was at our coffee cart.

The hustle and bustle of foot traffic was moving heavily passed me.

I smiled and waved at all the passers-by and served those who stopped.

But one woman stopped with no intention of buying coffee.

She was blond with a big smile and a sense of urgency and nervousness in her tone.

“Hi there, how’s it going?” I asked her, hoping it might calm her nerves.

“Hey Darlin!” she said.

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She continued, “I saw Mr. Billy yesterday running  around in the park having to hold on to his pants because they were too big for him.  I asked God what to do, and, well, could you give this to him today if you see him?” she said as she handed me an old worn out belt.  “I hate to put this on you, but I might not get a chance to today and I don’t want him to miss out on having this.”

Mr. Billy is a man who wanders around downtown.  He is sweet, always showing me his lottery letters, saying that he has been acknowledged for sending in his information.

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He runs around downtown, waving at folks, smiling all the time, and letting people know who all the downtown heathens are!

“Oh, yes, sure!” I said.

She hurried away before I could catch her name.

A few hours later, Mr. Billy comes running up to me, yelling out “Mrs. Laura, Mrs. Laura, I got an apartment today! I’m getting off the streets!”

We exchanged the worlds best high five and I proceeded to hand him the belt that was left for him.

“oh Mrs. Laura, it is so nice! For me? Are you sure?” he asked, in complete delight over this tattered belt.

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“Yeah I’m sure, someone left it for you!” I said.

“This is the best day! Did you know God is good Mrs. Laura? He’s so good. He gave me a belt today!”

“He is!” I agreed.

That moment was pretty defining to me.

A woman who gave a little of her time and her husbands old possessions, made someone’s day.

Mr. Billy was way more excited about his new belt than he was his new apartment.

Me? Well, I realized how much more my placement became as the girl at the coffee cart. 

Somedays it’s hard to stand there, hear peoples opinions of what they think of you as they walk by.

Somedays it feels tiring and too much to my schedule.

But then, there comes the day when all the hard work pays off.

When we get to give away our first profits to an incredible organization that is fighting human trafficking in the River Region.

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Blanket Fort Hope came by the cart to receive their donation a few weeks ago.

It was SO much fun getting to meet all those self-less giving people who started such an amazing organization.

It wasn’t us that did that gave that donation, it was all who came by and bought a cup of coffee.

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It wasn’t me who brought that belt for Mr. Billy.

It wasn’t me who started an organization rescuing kids from traffickers.

It was God’s people, doing great things, fighting the urge to stay selfish and set each other free.

Happy #nationalcoffeeday to all you giving and loving folks.

Keep setting people free.

A life of giving is a life worth living.

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