A Forgotten Blessing

Yesterday, we got an interesting letter in the mail. The envelope looked like junk mail, but inside was a letter from Zappos stating that we had an unused credit of $184.00. We had completely forgotten about it.

Our second daughter was married in the fall of 2008 and my wife had bought some shoes then for the wedding. She tried and returned a number of pairs, leaving a credit balance. The interesting thing is that I have needed to buy dress shoes and tennis shoes or sneakers for weeks. I wanted to get a good quality pair of dress shoes, the kind that last for years rather than a few months, so I was working to save up for that, hoping that my current shoes could last until I could get the money together.

But then came this envelope. Out of the blue, it seems, the exact blessing I needed. My wife recovered our account and we were able to order a pair of Eccos and Nikes. Shipping was free and we wound up having to pay only $6.00 but that came out of PayPal where I had a credit.

I was amazed. Is this not a blessing? When help comes to you to meet a need, small or large, you feel blessed and watched over. That is how I feel today, and I deeply appreciate it.

Isn’t it wonderful when Heavenly Father sends you a surprise gift?

Now I realize some of you would have no trouble just going to the store and getting whatever shoes you wanted. You are blessed as well, only in a different way. We are both blessed. Some are blessed to earn, some to create, some our blessed to forget and then to remember, just at the right time.

One thought on “A Forgotten Blessing

  1. Anonymous says:

    I like that you said that “some are blessed to forget and then to remember, just at the right time.” I've thought a lot about that in my own life and why it is that I can't remember sometimes the good experiences or blessings that have come. I pray to be able to remember them and when I do remember, it's always just at the right time like you said. I think that if I were personally to remember all of the good all of the time I would become complacent about it, perhaps not appreciating it enough.
    I'm glad I forget sometimes. It makes remembering all the sweeter.

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