You won't believe what came in the mail just a little bit ago ...

There was a knock on the door.  Answering it, I was surprised to find the mail carrier standing there, a medium-sized package  in his hands.  He said it was "priority mail" and I had to sign for it.  He then handed it to me and told me to have a good day; he was whistling merrily as he walked off.

Scratching my head, I looked at the package.  It was addressed by a woman in Nashville, Tennessee.  I didn't know anybody in Nashville, Tennessee, certainly nobody named "L. Sandusky".  I was wondering why she'd sent me a package.  

I sat down at the kitchen  table, where I opened up the aqua-colored package.  Inside there was a letter, two paperback books, and an envelope.  The letter explained about the books and the envelope.  The woman said that she was an adoptive parent of children with special needs and she said that she knew I was having a hard time with my son, Patrick, who has ADHD and autism.  I don't konw who'd told her about me; I usally don't tell anybody about my problems excepting in a blog that I post online.  Maybe she read my blog; I don't know, but the situation was certainly getting to be puzzling.

The books the woman sent me were apparently about her family.  They were called "A Family Made Out Of Miracles And Rainbows:  The Sandusky Family Story -- A Story Of Love And International Adoption" and "More Rainbows And Miracles ... A Sequel".  In addition to the books, she sent me a gift card from Kroger's in the amount of $150.00.  She told me to get some groceries.  (Besides Patrick, we had two other sons, both teenagers; they were eating me out of house and home.)

As you can imagine, I cried.  I don't know what to say upon getting (opening) the package.  It was a true blessing; the money couldn't have come at a better time.  It was only the beginning of the month, but I had already spent most of our monthly money on bills (electric, gas, water, phone, Internet, clothes, groceries, medications).  Also, my husband is disabled, so I am the one who has to work while he stays home with the kids when they are not at school.

I wrote to the woman and I thanked her for thinking of me in such a special, profound way.  I told her I wasn't a regular church goer, but I still believed in God.  In fact, it was faith that kept me going when the chips were down; that (and prayer) were the only things I really had, besides my job, of course.  I also had the love of my family.

I will mail the woman my letter tomorrow when the mail comes (her name was Louisiana), as a way of saying thank you.