Anne Peterson

Healing words for wounded souls.

All I Did was Listen

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Photo courtesy of Jessica Peterson

Sometimes people need to talk. Even if they are wrong numbers.

She called looking for Pete Peterson. I knew there was no Pete at our house, but I felt God prompting me to just listen, so I did.

Also, I remember my husband telling me that the guys in the army used to call him Pete.

The elderly woman continued to tell me why she was looking for Pete.

“We used to be friends and my husband knew him for years. I’m having a surprise birthday party for my husband and it would mean the world if I could have Pete there.”

“Have you tried to do a search?” I asked.

“No, I’m not very good with technical things. My daughter usually does that kind of thing for me, and she tried a little with no luck.”

I didn’t feel like I was supposed to hang up so I asked her a few more questions. Like where he lived, worked, how old he was. Things that would help me in my search.

I told her I’d call her if I found out anything.

“Why are you helping me?” she asked. And it was a fair question. After all, I didn’t know her.

“I’m a Christian,” I replied and I feel I’m supposed to help you.

Then I said, “That’s nice that you’re having a surprise party for your husband.”

She started crying. This person I didn’t know. This person that mattered and was more than a wrong number.

“My husband has cancer.” She said as her tears came through the phone.

“May I pray for you?” I asked.

There was silence for a few seconds and then she said, “I would like that very much. No one has ever asked me that before.”

And so I prayed for this woman I was getting to know. Prayed that we would find Pete Peterson. Prayed for her husband.

She cried again, called me an angel and we hung up.

Hours later I still had no leads. And I was done for the day. I knew God cared about this woman. Otherwise why would he ask me to stay on the phone?

The next day still brought me no closer to finding Pete. Finally I shared the story with a friend of mine who lived one town over.

“I used to know a Pete Peterson,” she said.

I needed to make sure this was the right direction so I asked, “How did he spell his name?” No use following wrong leads.

“No,” I responded to my friend when she told me her Pete Peterson spelled it, s-e-n.

And then, the next day I asked my friend for her Pete’s number anyway.  What if Shirley was mistaken about the spelling? It might be worth a try.

So there I was calling a guy I didn’t know. Telling him about Shirley and her husband. He listened quietly and then he said. “I know them.”

I could hear him get choked up when I relayed to him how they had looked for him for years. He definitely would come to the party.

Calling Shirley was wonderful. Once again she called me her angel. And she asked if we could meet some time.

“Sure,” I said. “That would be great.”

We chose a Mc Donald’s in the next town. There was no doubt in my mind it was Shirley when I saw her walk in with a huge smile on her face.

“Are you Anne?”

I smiled back, “Yes.”

“You are my angel,” she said again.

“I hope you won’t mind but I picked out something I want you to have,” she said as she placed the gift before me.

I pulled off the fancy wrapping paper to reveal a beautiful porcelain angel. Her features were well defined and just looking at her made you feel wonderful.

And now that exquisite angel sits in my china cabinet. A wonderful reminder of what God can do if we just respond to his voice.

I’m no angel. All I did was listen.

About Anne Peterson

I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.

24 Replies

  1. Sometimes–perhaps often–listening is the biggest gift one can give. This is a good story, Anne.

    1. You are right, but I wonder how often we miss opportunities because we don’t take the time. Thanks for reading.

  2. What a beautiful story, Anne! Thanks for sharing.

    1. Kendra,

      Thanks for reading it. I’m sitting here looking at this lovely angel. Think I’ll let her sit on my desk for a while. She has a rose in her hand. Once more, God gives me flowers.

  3. I love this anne. So true….the power of listening.

    1. Kandace,

      Thanks for reading and for your comment. I’m afraid there is less listening going on these days. Sometimes I look at cashiers who are ringing me up at the store and they are surprised when you try to engage them in conversation. That is pretty sad.

  4. Anne, this is a beautiful story. Sometimes we don’t realize the opportunities we miss to be someone’s angel. And you are an angel to many.

    Blessings,
    Joan

    1. Joan,
      What a nice thing to say. Thanks for reading Joan. It means a lot to see some of the regular TW’s reading.

  5. Wow! This made my day and gave an important reminder as well!

    1. Shary,
      Thanks for reading and for your comment. That was encouraging to me.

  6. Anne this post had me teary and I love beautiful stories like this, especially when they are real. it is a gentle reminder to listen to the messages god sends us and now you have a new friend. What are the odds of finding someone like that…….I guess if we all listened more, this world would be a better place. Thanks for sharing this.

    1. Kath,

      Thanks so much for reading my story and for your comment. I think you’re right. Who knows what God has in store. The good news is, we can always find out.

  7. kayesims

    What a great story; thanks for sharing it, Anne.

    1. Kaye,

      Thanks so much for reading it and for your comment.

  8. Anne, thank you so much. It is beautiful to know that there are people who listen for and follow the promptings of the Holy Spirit. My favorite line in your post: “I knew God cared about this woman.” I know with all my heart that God will work through those who determine to do His will. All you did was listen. Listen to the Holy Ghost, follow the prompting to love as Christ loves, and let our Heavenly Father work through you!

    1. Susan,

      This was one of my favorite stories because as you said, all I had to do was listen. To Him and to one sweet hurting lady.
      Thanks for reading.

  9. What a heart warming story. I smiled all the way through it. Thank you for sharing it and for being an angel who listens. 🙂

    1. Shari,

      Thanks for reading and for your thoughtful comment.

  10. What a beautiful story. Listening to God’s voice always proves to be rewarding.

    1. Kayla,
      Thanks for reading. I agree. There is nothing like listening to his voice,

      Anne

  11. Beautiful, Anne. A kind heart and a listening ear aren’t all that common. I love hearing how the whole story unfolded. God works in wonderful ways!

    1. Tracy,
      Thanks for reading. You’re right. God does work in wonderful ways. And to think all it takes to witness some of those ways is being open. He’s wanting us to experience things like this all the time, I’m convinced of it.

  12. And you do listen so well Anne. I concur. You are an angel. Your writing is outstanding and personal. Although I’m living thousands of miles away I appreciate your stories so much – it feels as if we are chatting over a cup of coffee. Thank you for sharing your life and stories with the world. Pxx

    1. Patricia,
      Sometimes we don’t realize how much weight our words carry. How they can lift when a soul is weary. How they can breathe hope into someone who starts doubting. That is what your words are like today. And if I have managed to let you feel that you and I are sharing that cup of coffee with a side order of conversation. Well, I am encouraged. Thank you for sharing what you could have kept to yourself, except that’s not who you are.

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