I can’t tell you why her blessing meant so much to me.
Hearing those words; it’s as though I were under an afternoon shower in the very midst of driest summer. I just stood there – eyes closed, head down, holding the phone to my ear as I soaked in the warmth of her blessing. For a short while after the call… I cried.
Tears streamed down and it dawned on me just how much in need of heaven’s favour I was.
“More than money.” I said.
“I desperately need your blessing more than anything.”
My material mind reels in incredulity now that I think about it. But it’s true. More than anything else this world felt it had to offer.
I don’t know why. She was a veritable stranger. How can I explain it other than somehow it wasn’t enough that I ask, it was good that others too asked on my behalf. The thought of another’s voice carrying up the same request to the skies… it strengthened.