God really does work in mysterious ways. But often, it takes me a while to catch on.
My neighbor across the street recently lost his thirty-something-year-old daughter. She had multiple health issues. Earlier this week, I spotted him outside for the first time since hearing about her death and went over to offer my condolences.
As we were parting, I told him to call or text if I could provide a meal or anything else his family needs.
A couple of days later – yesterday – a lawn service pulled up in front of my house. The guy who runs the service I normally use is on vacation this week, so he told me he was sending another service to cover him. Meanwhile, the service that had parked in front started mowing my neighbor’s grass (yes, the same neighbor), which I thought was sort of curious since he normally does his own yard. But I figured that with so much going on, he might have decided to hire someone to do it for him one time.
Then it hit me. This is probably the service my guy sent.
I texted my guy, and he confirmed that he had sent them, so I went outside and explained the situation. They were just finishing my neighbor’s yard by then. But they were good sports and jumped in and did my yard next, saying they had done their good deed for the day.
That sparked a simple idea.
I texted my guy and told him that my neighbor had just lost his daughter. And I told him that I’d pay him for mowing my neighbor’s yard.
“I’ve been wondering if there was something I could do for him,” I texted. “So, this is perfect. God works in mysterious ways.”
“You aren’t lying,” he said.
That led to an exchange about his cousin who is also dying. I plan to follow up with him periodically to let him know I’m praying for his family.
None of this would’ve happened if a lawn service hadn’t mowed my neighbor’s yard by “mistake.” But I’m sure glad they did.