Wow! That’s the way to start this blog. That’s the only word I can think of at the moment actually. For those of you who know me, being speechless is not a word that suits me well. Today I am speechless!

A gentleman came in today to get a loan. I unfortunately had to turn him down. Instead of getting up and walking out the door, he began to talk about his faith. I was up for the conversation. He talked about God being his rock; his safety. His faith was undeniable.

James looked into my eyes and just began to quote scripture. It was a feeling I don’t think I can explain.

Psalm 23:1-4

The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,

He restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

I’ve heard that verse over and over, but this time something was different. I couldn’t stop looking into his eyes as he said those words to me.

He asked me, “Do you know what it means to be beside quiet waters?” I just nodded my head. “It means to have peace. I have peace because He tells me to.”

He told me of his battle with diabetes and how he knew he was sick. “I’m wondering if God is ready to take me home,” he said. “If he is I’m okay with that, because even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for He is with me; His rod and his staff, they comfort me.”

He’s so right. I learned he is homeless, living in a tent under the bridge 500 feet from me. He has lost everything, except for the clothes on his back and a backpack full of tools.

This homeless man was sitting in front of me preaching the Word of God instead of complaining of how miserable his life was.

He told me about parts of his childhood. His father died when he was two and he went through six step-fathers. I stopped him in the middle of our conversation to ask if he had ever received The Blessing from anyone in his family.

The family blessing begins with meaningful touch. It continues with a spoken message of high value. A message that pictures a special future for the individual being blessed, and one that is based on an active commitment to see the blessing come to pass.

He shook his head and said, “Hon, all my family is gone.” Then the tears started to flow.

“I just want a brother to walk beside me in my walk with Jesus. That’s all I want.” I looked him in the eyes and said, “We’ll find you a brother. I promise.”

I invited him to church with me and told him I wanted him to be part of The Blessing. I let him know that he would receive it. He smiled like a child that had just been given an early Christmas present to open. You could tell he couldn’t wait to receive it.

Before James left I grabbed his hand to pray. As I said amen his hand tightened in mine. He began to cry once again. As he was crying to his Heavenly Father, he prayed a blessing over me.

We hugged and I promised that today was just the beginning of our walk with Jesus.

A man walked into my office today looking for hope. I believe he found it. Not only did he find it, so did I.

These past few days have been rough for me. I have prayed for answers to questions on my mind. I have prayed for comfort. I have prayed for peace. Today, a homeless man walked in to let me know that God leads me beside quite waters. Tell me that’s not Divine Intervention.