Hands and Feet

Ever heard the song by AudioAdrenaline "Hands and Feet"?

From now on, I'll go out
Send me where You want me to
I finally have a mission
I promise I'll complete
I don't need excuses
When I am your hands and feet

I want to be your hands
I want to be your feet
I'll go where you send me
I'll go where you send me
And I'll try, yeah, I try
To touch the world like You touched my life
And I'll find my way
To be your hands

In our job, I think we get used to being His hands and feet. Which we truly love. But this morning, we were the victims. I opened the mailbox and found a letter--no addresses, just "Familie Seybold". First, I opened what looked like, and was, another bill. And then the letter. I was speechless, not just because of the money that was included, but because of what they wrote, because someone else was being God's hands and feet.

I mean did they know we just got a bill we had no idea how we were going to pay? Did they know we need to take the car in and have the tires changed? Did they know we have to pay three months of dog tax? Did they know Brett is still being generous? I don't know, but I'm very touched and thankful for God's hands and feet, where 'ere they be.