“Always try to be kind to each other and to everyone else” 1 Th. 5:15).

The ways the Lord uses to remind us of important, basic lessons are as diverse as many 

other aspects of his handiwork.  Our sister-in-law, Janet, experienced this principle recently

 and she has written about it.  Here’s her story, called Blessed by a Biscuit:  

“It was a beautiful fall morning.  I had dropped my daughter off at school and was driving home.

  Mentally I was clicking off the to do list for the next several days. In my middle aged wisdom 

I had returned to college – there are three assignments due on Monday (paper, statistics case

 study, play review) and then there is basketball fundraiser tonight – you get the idea.  Rather

 than go home and face these tasks I turned into a fast food drive through to grab a quick biscuit 

for breakfast. 

“As I sat in line I noticed the cool sports car in front of me black with silver stripes and a sunroof. 

 It is a remake of a design from my childhood years.  My 16-year-old son would love one of those,

 I thought.  If I could afford it would I buy one for him?  The line began to move and I returned to 

thinking about the tasks I faced in the next few days – the too familiar knot began to form in my 

stomach.  It was my turn to order.  “Good morning, just a chicken biscuit please.”  I was given my

 total and moved forward. The radio began to play What If Cartoons Got Saved.  I have never liked

 that song, but this morning it lifted   my   spirits.    I  thought about seeing Scooby and Fred Flintstone

 in heaven. 

“It was my turn at the window. I handed the money to the young lady at the window.  She smiled 

especially big and said, “I don’t need your money.  The guy in the car in front of you paid for your 

biscuit and said to tell you to have a good day.”  Wow!  I have heard of random acts of kindness, 

but never had one happen to me.  I thanked the young lady and pulled out of the drive through line.

  Tears immediately spilled down my face.  Blessed by a stranger.  The driver of the black sports 

car did not know me, did not know of the pity party trying to happen in my head, did not know of the

 endless tasks ahead.  Thank you, Jesus, for reminding me you are always there and that you care

 about the struggles facing me.  Oh, and thanks for the biscuit!

“This happened to me Wednesday morning, November 8.  I have felt compelled to share it with any 

that happen to read this story.  It is a reminder and challenge to me to bless others lives.” (Janet Anderson)