Some called it 'luck' I called it a God moment

Today I had to go down to my campus just to hand in a sheet to my professor. Once I completed that task I decided to walk across Colfax to purchase a coffee. I realized once inside the Starbucks that I didn't have any money on me (I searched my wallet and bag) so I paid with part of a gift card I found in my wallet.

As I  walked out a few minutes later a women I had never seen before said, "excuse me mam?" She began to cry and I could see the pain in her eyes as she retold me the story of her day. Her son had been hit by postal truck and ended up at Children's Hospital in Aurora, CO. Her family (her, her husband and their  4 kids) had just been visiting from out of town. Last night the hotel room they were in got broken into and someone stole their wallets. All she was asking me for was help finding resources that could help her. Her family needed $7 more dollars to keep the hotel room they had tonight or they would be on the street. Someone had told her to walk down Colfax and find resources there . She recounted to me how she walked into into one church off Colfax to ask for help and they said, "I'm sorry your not a member we can only give financial needs to our members." she cried even harder telling me "I am a member of God's Church!"

This interaction she described left me feeling furious. I told her that I had no cash on me but that I had a Starbucks gift card and she could have that. She said she would try to trade it to a customer for the amount on it in cash. My mind raced trying to think of ways to help her eventually I just told her I would pray that God would provide. I walked away with a tear in my eye. Something told me to look in my bag and make sure I had no money I could give her even though I had previously looked. I unzipped the pocket in my bag and inside was exactly $7 that I swear had not been there before. I ran back with a tear in my eye and said "I found your 7 dollars!" She beamed me the brightest smile, thanked me profusely & walked to her car to drive back to the hotel.

On the light rail home I began to wonder if her story was true--I mean it seemed pretty crazy. I guess I'll never know if her story was true or how she spent the 7 dollars I gave her. In that moment though I could see the pain deep in her eyes and the raw emotion told me she really needed me to help her and that she apparently really needed that 7 dollars because God provided that money it through me. I hope her days get brighter, that her son is okay, and that her family is able to find resources to help them out. Maybe this story isn't as crazy to you as it was to me but I honestly don't know where that 7 dollars came from but from God.