Let me tell you about a man who showed up at the right time. About a month ago, I wrote a post about a woman who helped my family during a difficult time, but the first person I mentioned in that post was another man who stepped up and helped a woman raising twin girls who had lost her husband. My mother had to finish my dad’s construction jobs before she could go forward in her life. Daddy’s carpenter, B.J., stepped up. He walked my mother through every step to get the buildings finished and finally sold. Meanwhile, my mother had a full-time job and had to balance the whole thing. I am not sure if she could have done it without B.J. There was no reason for him to do it but the kindness of his own heart. He was married and had a good life. He didn’t need to do this, as he had plenty of other work and family to focus on. He was there for us in such a way, it only could have been at God’s direction. He was the “I can” man when my mother thought she might not be able to do those things. For years, he stopped by with vegetables from his garden and checked in on us. He was like a grandfather since my mother’s parents had long been gone. She was alone and scared, and he stepped in and got us from a place of confusion and pain to a place of peace and normalcy, whatever normalcy was.
Yesterday, my sister sent a column from the local paper where I grew up. B.J. Cummings, 89, passed away and was honored in memorial on February 22. He was 89! I quickly did the math and realized he was only ten years older than my father. Because he had been outside all of his life, his leathery skin made him appear much older. He lived a good life, had kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. I wonder if they ever knew what a hero he was to us. Even a small act of kindness at the right time, though this was no small feat, can change others’ lives. I will never forget him, or those few years he was in our lives as a knight in shining armor.
I am very moved by this. I love knowing more about your life story.
Cool post Annie. I know what your mother was juggling.
Annie – I think we can all relate to this story about ‘angels of mercy’ that come into our lives for such a time as this, and ministered their loving touch to our families…. God knows all about our struggles and he never fails! Aren’t you glad he’s the same God yesterday, today, and forever?
Blessings on your day!
Annie – a great post – so many good people. Today I attended a funeral for a family who lost a mom/wife. What a love they shared. Kind of reminded me of your story.
BTW, thanks for all your support!Love J
What a sweet tribute to B.J. I find it amazing who God places in our paths along the way. Sounds like he was the perfect gift your mother needed. What a kind and loving man. He reminds me of a girl named Annette who lives in Texas… a kind and loving girl.
I love this post! Being a single mom and knowing how hard it is to work and raise your children this story of B.J. tenders my heart. What a great man he was to step in and help your family.
Oh, Annette, how He cares about the details of our lives. He has shown you how much He has been in and over your life. He is showing me this to me too, and it is such a blessing. May others Jesus in the details of their lives by how He is in the details of our lives. What a blessing you received from this man. I’m sure his family would love to know how he helped you all and how you were blessed by him.