God Stories: “You Shouldn’t Have” {The Flower Delivery}

So I was headed into the office this one particular day, and as I got into the elevator, this 1-800-Flowers delivery man got in too.

He was holding a small bouquet of six of the most beautiful pink roses. I mean, just beautiful. And as I asked him which floor he was going to, I turned in said, “Oh you shouldn’t have”. And he said, “Oh no, these are for Ms. Chemeeka Evans.” And I said, “I’m Chemeeka Evans”. And I looked and me in disbelief and said, “Okay, well these need to go to Suite 324A”. And I was going to sweet 324A. I was the Chemeeka Evans, that worked in Suite 324A and according to him, those were my roses!

So we get up to the 3rd floor, we both get off of the elevator, and I told him that I was Chemeeka Evans, in fact, I worked at the front desk and someone else was covered at the time, so that I could take my lunch break. I got my idea and I showed him. If those roses were for Chemeeka Evans, then those roses were for me.

I had just returned, a couple of days before from Sanibel Harbor Resort on Sanibel Island with a family that I had babysat for. I went with the family, while on their annual company trip to take care of their three kids, two boys and a girl, (ages 7-boy, 6-girl, and 4-boy) while the parents enjoyed some down time.

Their parents were so pleased with how well I took care of the kids that they just wanted to thank me.

What was even more for me than that was, what were the chances, by Almighty God, that I would be walking up into the elevator with the same person that was there to deliver the flowers for me.

The whole act of it, just warmed my heart completely.

The lesson in this: Don’t be afraid to take a chance to pull your name out of the hat as the one with the winning number. It just might be YOU!

God Stories: “We just wanted to BLESS you,” on Valentine’s Day.

I woke up that morning, on Valentine’s Day & I remember that, that particular year, it was a Wednesday. And I remember feeling; having this sensing of the Lord telling me that “He was excited for me”.

I remember that I arrived at work, around the same time as one of my co-workers. And I noticed that she was carrying in a bouquet of flowers.

I was already ahead of her and closer to the door by the time that she got out of her car, and I remember saying to her, “Oh, you shouldn’t have…” A jokester I was. But my co-worker didn’t say anything to me. She just kept on walking into the office. I went in after her, and headed to the breakroom to put my lunch away, like I always did before I started the day.

When I got back to my desk, I noticed that the bouquet of flowers was there, along with a handful of Valentine’s chocolates just scattered around. I was so confused. In my confusion, I looked up, and my co-worker (the one that was carrying the flowers) and another co-worker of ours, (both Christians) were standing there. And I said, “What is this for? Why is this stuff at my desk”. And my co-worker responded, “We just wanted to bless you.” (For as long as I live, I will never forget those words!) She continued, “We know that it’s Valentine’s Day, and we know that you don’t have anyone so we just wanted to bless YOU”. That right there, already made it one of the best days of my life.

When I got home later that day, I sat on the side of my bed with a flyer printed of a local food festival that was going to be happening that weekend, that I really wanted to go to…but I had no one to go with.

I sat on the side of my bed, with the flyer in hand and said, “Lord, I really want to go to this Italian Food Festival this weekend, but I have no one to go with.” As clear as day, I heard the voice of the Lord tell me, “Ask Don”. That’s it. “Ask Don”. Don was a guy that I worked with at church. He was single, as well and served in the church kitchen on the hospitality team, serving slices of pies on Wednesday night and bagels and donuts on Sunday morning. I knew that he’d likely be available, but regardless the Lord told me to ask him, so was going to ask him.

I got to service early that night just so I could go into the kitchen and ask him (with the flyer) about going with me before the service started. I had had it in the back of my mind, before the Lord gave me the idea to ask him to go to the festival, I had planned on asking him if we wanted to grab a Starbucks with me after service, just to say that I wasn’t technically “alone” on Valentine’s night, but this would do.

I took the flyer with me to service and went into the kitchen beforehand. Before I could even finish telling him about the festival and all of the activities that they had, he said, “Yes.”

We had the BEST time that afternoon going to the festival. We laughed, we talked. It was all company I’d say. It wasn’t a date. It wasn’t boyfriend & girlfriend. I can’t even say that we were really “friends”. I just knew that I liked being around him.

After the Italian Festival was over, he told me about another festival, “The Garlic Festival” just 30 minutes away, and asked if I wanted to go and check that one out, which I did. Long story short, it had already ended when we arrived, so we went and grabbed a Starbucks and then sat around and laughed at all of the people that looked like they were freezing cold when they went past. (Lol!)

I enjoyed being with Don. I told him before we both headed home in our separate cars, that if he ever had anywhere to go: the supermarket, the mall, even to run errands, to let me know & that I’d like to go with him.

Thirteen years later, we’re still doing that…….

As much as I enjoy being married, and I look forward to all of those sweet little holidays & I am acutely aware and remember what it feels like to be that girl, or one of the single people out of the bunch.

I know what it’s like to be waiting on God, and waiting on God, and waiting on God, to do things the “right way”, while watching others enjoying the company of the one that they love.

I also remember how good it felt to be able to walk out of the office with a beautiful bouquet in hand & Valentine’s chocolates on Valentine’s Day. And what it’s like to be the single girl, but not the forgotten girl.

Love & marriage is not about receiving, it’s about giving. Who or how can you give to others this Valentine’s Day?