We had already gone 4 days without ink in the community printer. The first “to do” for my Saturday morning was to go out and get some more.
After breakfast, Patricia came up to me and mentioned wanting to go out and buy ink. After a short conversation, we made a plan and I went to get her some money for her afternoon trip.
Just then, Julian walked into to kitchen, holding a blue, Walmart bag. “Hey! Someone left this outside the front door yesterday. It has ink inside.”
Patricia and I both whirled around from our different places in the room, hearing the word “ink”.
Almost in disbelief, I asked, “What kind?”
It was exactly the type we needed for our printer.
The strange thing was- no one knew where it came from. But we were definitely in need of it.
Sometimes in life, God lets us experience a need as an excuse to bless us and reveal His love.
Thank you, God, for showing your love and care for us through the Secret Angel you sent us!
