"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." You've heard that quotation--it's the moral of Aesop's fable about the lion and the mouse. Don't ever doubt that it's true.
Earlier this week I was having one of those days. Not much sleep, too much caffeine? Check. Misunderstanding with spouse? Check. Dog had an accident in the house? Check. Child got sick? Check. One of those days.
Then, to top it all off, I got out my wallet to pay for a purchase and discovered that my driver's license was missing. On any other day, this would have been annoying. On a day like this, it felt like too much to bear.
Honestly, I wasn't sure when I was going to be able to go to the DMV and get another license. Luckily, I had a photocopy of my license, so I put that in my wallet and crossed my fingers.
And then yesterday there was an envelope in the mail. It was addressed to me, but the name in the return address was one I didn't recognize. "What on earth could this be?" I wondered.
You guessed it. It was my driver's license. No note, nothing else in the envelope. Just my license. Apparently a kind man found my license and simply copied the name and address from my license onto an envelope and popped it in the mail.
Little could that man have known how much I needed his act of kindness this week. He couldn't have known that, along with my license, he was sending me a sliver of sanity. A portion of peace. A serving of strength. He couldn't have known how much I needed it.
But God knew.
And once again I fall to my knees, grateful.