Well, the year of 1983, Dad needed to take his furs into Thunder Bay, Ontario and decided to make a holiday of it with Mom for their anniversary. Guess we finally got to have a sleepover somewhere...oh the fun! They took the furs in and Dad wanted to shop for Christmas presents for all us kids. He was very adamant about it. He picked out a china doll for my sister, a hunting animal type rock thing for Troy (I think) and then demanded to purchase a Cabbage Patch Kid doll for me. They were not actually out on the shelves for sale yet, so Dad gave the clerk a story and she let him into the back to pick out one. (shhhh don't dare tell anyone!) He thought the one with the red pig tails and green eyes looked like my Mom, so that was the one! I've often thought that the clerk had no idea how God was using her to bless a little girl for the rest of her life...
If I find the picture of me opening this present that 1st Christmas without Dad, I'll post it. My daughter Ruth is 8 years old, like I was. "Loila Joy" even has her birth certificate!
So...you just never know when you should be following that still and quiet voice in your heart...perhaps you are meant to be a blessing to others!
How something so small could turn into something so precious for someone...that is truly a gift.