Kim’s Blessed Life

This past weekend my friend Kim came into town. She called me on Thursday saying that she was driving down from Atlanta because her mother was in the hospital with heart problems.

“Girl, your Mama got heartburn. Ain’t nothing wrong with her. She’ll be out of the hospital in a day. You’ll see.”

Kim laughed and made plans to make her way down here with a brief stop in Gainesville to pick up her Grandmother. Now Kim has been going through financial hardships ever since the month of July reared its head, but her hardships were a bit different from mine or Brenda’s although you couldn’t tell by the way she was freaking out.

On more than one occasion I had to remind her, “Kim, your bills are paid. You just moved out of that expensive apartment as you make your transition back to Chicago and although you don’t have an abundance, your needs are met. You still get your hair done every week and your Beemer is nice and shiny.”

“I know Dawg, I just…I just need a miracle. The Lord is on His way, I know it. I need to take this evening and spend time with my Daddy because I need a breakthrough and I know He can deliver.”

“Aiight Dawg, do your thang.”

Kim managed to make it all the way from Georgia to Miami without telling her Grandma that she was almost broke and when she got here she immediately got her hair done and thought about her situation. “Who can I call?” she asked herself. She needed a few coins to survive this trip. “I know, I’ll call my Daddy.”

After Kim spent time with her Daddy she called me to tell me all about it.
“Girrrrllll….We had such a wonderful time. I spent practically the whole day with my Daddy and we hadn’t done that since I was a little girl. We went downtown and did a little shopping and he shocked me by doing what he always did when we used to hang out, he took me to the Catholic church and prayed to Mary. It was so wonderful being with him again. He held my hand as we walked down the street. He spoke to me so lovingly and it was as if I was his princess and he wanted to show me off to everyone he knew,”

“Wow,” I remarked. “Go on.”

“Girl, I believe God sent him this weekend to show me how a woman is supposed to be treated. And I think God wanted to remind me that even though my earthly father treats me like a jewel, He loves me even more and can do so much better. Girl, you know I don’t agree with a lot of the decisions that my parents made over the years and all but…I am grateful that they treat me like they do. They always speak to me with the utmost respect and encouragement. It’s as if they admire me and they NEVER talk down to me. Some people never experience that.”

As I sat there listening I began to think about my own experience with my parents and then my thoughts turned to my friends who treat me in the same way. I’m grateful for that.

Being the moody, anti social person that I am, I encouraged Kim to make sure she saw all of her family and not to worry about seeing me since we speak to each other many times during the day.

On Sunday night I needed to ask her a question so I got in touch with her late and she said, “Good, I’m glad you’re still up. I’m coming over.”

Damn.

~smile~

I wasn’t really in the mood to entertain anyone but hey..it’s my girl, I can’t turn her away.

Kim came through and as usual we sat and discussed our current situations and reflected on how God brought us through in the past. Before I knew it I grabbed her and we sat in my room and had fun discussing our hopes for the listeners of my fledgling podcast.

I watched her drive away in her brand new Beemer and I couldn’t help but cry. MsKima, the princess always gets what she wants. It’s as if she’s God’s princess too. She has her heart set on moving back to Chicago and even though her finances are in ruins due to heavy taxing of her supposedly “free” classes as she pursues her MBA, Kim knows she will have the desires of her heart.

By the time she made it back to Atlanta she could barely contain herself, calling me telling me that her miracle has come.

“Hollup,” I say and wrap myself in my blanket as I sit cross legged on the couch. “Ok, go.”

“Girlll….when I got back to Atlanta, my uncle reminded me that there was a letter for me. I opened it and girl it was a check.. Guess how much it was for?”

“Girl…How much?”

“Girl.. the check was for over $2500!”

I went numb.

“Stop playin…”

“I’m not playin girl… And guess what? I’m going to use that money to move back to Chicago. I’m not gonna waste a penny of it on anything else. God is good!”

The thing I love most about my interactions with Kimberly is the fact that she expects nothing less than the best from anyone around her and she settles for nothing less than the best from life.

I admire that quality and I wish I could become like that too. Maybe if I continue to surround myself with upstanding people who are handling business and prospering…some of that will rub off on me!

CONGRATS KIM!