A few years ago when my youngest son Matthew was about 8 or 9 years old, we were getting things together to take to the Salvation Army at Christmas time. The boys would go through their old toys and give away what they didn't "need." I always make cookies and get together blankets and clothes. Matt and I were delivering the Christmas "package" to our local Salvation Army. We unloaded everything and headed home.
When we took the corner out of the parking lot, Matt noticed that a baseball glove he had put in the bag had fallen out. He said "Mom, we forgot my glove." Just then he spotted a little boy and his Mom sitting on a bench on the side of the building where the small playground is. He said, "Mom, can we pull over and I can give it to him?" I said "Sure," and we pulled over and went through the gate.
Matt handed the boy the glove and said "Here, Santa wanted me to give this to you." He was SO happy to get it! His Mom stood up and gave Matt a HUGE hug. Her eyes were full of tears. She looked at us and said "This was the best gift he could get, all I could get him this year was a baseball."
When we got back in the van, Matt said to me "Mom, God must have made me forget the baseball glove inside, so that little boy could have it - it was meant to be!" That moment reconfirmed my faith in my belief that everything happens for a reason and I have tried my best to get people to see that ever since!
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