Today, like nearly everyday, I took the bus down Fulham Road, past the Chelsea & Westminster hospital. A black lady got on at the stop there and sat down next to me. We sat in silence, while a Greek lady behind us chatted loudly to a little blonde girl next to her. The Greek lady pointed out the hospital to her companion and told her about a little boy called Aleki that broke his arm and was treated there. When she spoke, she sounded like the mum in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I kept thinking about my friend doing her impressions of that movie. “Bundt?! Bundt?! BUNDT!!!”
Anyway, shortly after the black lady sat next to me, she pulled some well-worn pieces of lined notepad paper from her bag. The title read ‘The Miracle Prayer’. I thought, she must have been visiting a sick relative at the hospital. I wondered who was she praying for, and considered what hardship she must be facing right now. I was curious, and keep glancing back to the piece of paper. It was full of spiritual encouragement, quotes from the bible, and the lady’s scribbles in capital letters urging her to “BELIEVE IT!”
One line in particular caught my attention. It read;
‘As you follow the prophetic words, you will have divine direction.’
These words really hit home for me. This week has been a real struggle and I’ve got some difficult decisions to make in the near future. I couldn’t sleep the other night for all the thoughts and worries in my head. I’ve been searching for answers but have now realised that I’ve forgotten to ask for guidance in the questions I ask. I now see that I must keep the faith. I have to believe in myself.
Sometimes we just need a stranger to pass through our lives, make us pause and take a moment to think. Thank goodness for that lady today, that was able to affect me so positively and give me the inner peace I’ve been looking for.