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Expecting a Thank-You

Leroy worked for the Post Office, processing mail with difficult to read addresses.  One day a letter came addressed in shaky writing addressed to God.  He opened it to read:


Dear God,  I am a 93-year-old widow, living on a small pension.  Yesterday someone stole my purse.  It had $100 in it, which was all the money I have until my next pension check.  Next Sunday it's Christmas, and I've invited two of my friends over for dinner.  Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with.  I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope.  Please help me,  Edna


Leroy was touched; he showed the letter to his fellow workers.  Each of them dug into their wallets and came up with a few dollars.  By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and mailed to Edna.  The rest of the day, all the workers felt the warm glow for their kindness.


Christmas came and went.  A few days later another letter came from the old lady addressed to God.  All the workers gathered around to hear Leroy read the letter:


Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you've done?  Because of your love gift, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends.  We had a wonderful day and I told them of your gift.  By the way, there was $4 missing.  I think it must have been those thieves at the Post Office.    Edna


Like you, I enjoy doing random acts of kindness -- but I've learned to serve others for the One who sees all. I often forget to express gratitude to others for their kindness toward me, and thus am learning to lower my "expectations of gratitude" for what I do. God sees all, and not all thanks will come in this life...but they will come.


Grateful, Perry Floyd


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