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