Read what this fabulous lady has in mindThis is a beautiful story worth sharing.
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75
cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two.
Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would
scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no
food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I
certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best
homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to
find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small
town.
No luck.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to
convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything.
I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was
an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in t hat had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window
from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the
morning.
She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for
people.
I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night.
She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep
This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all
thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home
with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every
night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began
to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every
morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found
four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered.
I made a deal with the local service station.
In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office.
I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him
to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the
kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old
toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa
to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the
boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel.
There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named
Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were
dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the
morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning,
to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with
boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the
front facing the back seat.
Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box.
Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and
bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and
canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies,
pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning
items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most
amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that
precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung
out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3. 'I have something better in mind.'
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You may be going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to
bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I
picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy
back to me..
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive.
There is no cost but a lot of rewards
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:....
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading
this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power..
Amen.
I know I picked more than four, so can you.
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Love Jeanne
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