I left work after a 12-hour shift feeling drained and depressed.
Thoughts of family problems raced through my mind.
Struggles friends faced troubled me.
My right leg ached.
“Lord, help me,” I prayed.
Then I heard a voice singing sweetly as I jogged through downtown Clearwater.
As I approached, a homeless man standing with a companion yelled to the singer, across the street who sang outside at a small bar/restaurant, “I want to hear “Blowing in the Wind.’”
As the singer sang the song while she strummed her guitar, something about her voice touched me. Then a thought came, Give her $20 in her tip jar.
That’s too much, came my next thought.
All I had in my fanny pack that I wore while jogging after work was a handful of change and a twenty dollar bill.
I’ll give her all my change, I decided.
On my approach to the singer, I dug through my fanny pack for the change even while I kept on jogging.
I reached the singer as she continued to sing, “Blowing in the Wind,” and tossed the change in her tip basket. I saw that only another handful of change lay at the bottom.
“Thank you,” she said and smiled.
“Thank you,” I said. “I really appreciate your singing.”
Then I jogged away and turned the corner to head back toward my car.
The singer began another song—an original, I think. The song reached me deep in my soul, but it wasn’t the words. It seemed to be something sweet and pure about her voice. I felt my spirits lift at the beauty of her voice.
As I thought about what a gift she was to me that evening as I battled depression and negative thoughts, I realized the directive to give her $20 came from the Lord.
So I turned around.
I got out the twenty dollar bill and put it in her basket. I smiled at her, and she smiled back and said “thank you.”
“What’s your name?” I asked, still jogging in place.
“Mallory Moyer,” she answered.
I repeated my thank you and jogged away.
That encounter happened a week ago. Since then, I’ve told quite a few people how Mallory lifted my spirits. I checked out her songs on my phone, and then played them for others.
I just left the writing of this blog to send a thank you note to Mallory on Facebook and let her know how much she blessed me.
While on Mallory’s Facebook page, I saw she would be singing at other venues in our area—at restaurants I enjoy. I hope to go and see her sing in the future and bring others with me who can also be blessed.
As I reflect on hard times, I recall other occasions when God sent a person, a song, a blessing to help me face a difficult day or days.
I thank Him for all those times and for this recent blessing and for an opportunity to give back in a small way and hopefully be a blessing to the one who blessed me.
This verse seems to apply to my encounter with Mallory: “I thank my God every time I remember you” (Philippians 1:3 NIV).
That’s what I’ve been doing all week—remembering her and thanking God for how she blessed me.
“Where Do We Go From Here?” by Mallory Moyer