This morning I went to the bank to open an account for my son who is graduating from high school. I called a week ago, and my favorite banker wasn't there, so I've dragged my feet. Finally, this morning I made myself go. My friend was there and greeted me with a hug as she always does. "Your paperwork is right here", she told me. "I knew you'd be in soon." We chatted as she set up the account. She asked about my business, and I told her that I'm adjusting to teaching where I'm called instead of being bound to a studio. We spoke of the challenges that accompany both models, and our conversation turned, as it often does, to faith. She lamented that she dislikes renting her home, and I felt a rush of warmth rush over me. I asked whether she had ever applied to Habitat for Humanity. Tears sprung to her eyes as she explained that her family had been second on the list and was not selected. I told her that I felt strongly that she should call and ask where she stands currently and she assured me that she would. "God is always good." She stated. "I may be renting, but I have a home and keep a nice home. Someday we will own a home. I will call Habitat today."
I asked about her kids and she asked about mine. We talked about how challenging it is to instill values in our kids. We talked about quality time. She lit up, then. She went on to explain that before she moved here, she ran an empowerment group for girls aged 12-18, and that she was beginning a group locally. I asked if she needed a volunteer to teach yoga and mindfulness, and her smile grew broader. " We are peas in a pod." she enthused. My friends ask how it is I can find time to lead a group like this. I ask them "How can I not? These girls need our minutes, our guidance and our hearts. They need to know that they have choices, that they are strong. " How many people will tell them there aren't enough minutes? My minutes don't belong to me. They belong to God, and there are always enough."
And so, my banking done and my heart full, we traded cell phone numbers and she assured me that she'd let me know how I could help with the group. An hour later, my cell phone rang. I laughed, sure that she had a group of girls waiting for my minutes. She had called instead to thank me for my encouragement. She had called Habitat, and learned that she is still at the top of the list. She had moved and changed her phone number since completing her original paperwork. The woman she spoke with told her she would have been removed from the list had they been unable to contact her. The woman told her that her angels must have been looking out for her today. She answered that they guard her every day. Today I am grateful for this exchange, for those who feel the rush of angels wings and know not to brush them off. I'm grateful for those who have unlimited minutes, and those who remind me that my minutes don't belong to me. Today I am blessed with both minutes and angels, and I am thankful.