His Name Is Lamont . . . and Inspirational Bible Verses for You!


His name is Lamont.

In order so that I might not forget, he reiterated, “Lamont, you know, like Sanford and Son”.

In my usual early morning scurry, I turned my key to lock they front door as I left for work this past Wednesday morning.  Imagine my surprise when I went to pull my key out of the lock, and noticed that it had broken in half—inside the deadbolt!  Pinching at it precisely with my thumb and index finger, I grabbed at the broken piece of the key that was stuck inside the lock and successfully removed it from the keyhole.  God forbid I leave it in the keyhole and some burglar see it and help himself to a home full of “stuff”.

Running late for work, again! . . . Ugh! It’s ALWAYS something! ~ Oh, well.  On my trek to work I went.

Later that evening I stopped off at my friendly neighborhood Home Depot to grab a quick replacement key.  As is customary in the life of Gracie, I grabbed a cart.  You know—just in case!  One never knows what one might need! (or want.)

Up and down the aisles I went, searching through bin upon bin upon bin of miscellaneous hardware items, closet organizers, paints, faux kitchens—well, you get the gist.  I made my way to the lighting section and searched through beautiful lamps and other light fixtures. Wow~I want that one! I want that one, too! Ooo, how much does this one cost? Oh, a little too much . . . more than what I’d be willing to pay, or budget for.

“Excuse me,” I asked a clerk I just so happened to see at the end of the aisle in the paint department, “where do I get a key made?”

I held up my two broken pieces of key, as she replied, “Oh, that’s all the way down in Aisle 10, front of the store.”

I approached the key maker man, and as he was making my new key, I found myself sifting through a bin full of beautiful lanyards.

No, I really don’t neeeeed one, but they are “oh, so pretty!” There was a pink one with hearts, but too girly for me, I thought. There was a black one with little pink breast cancer ribbons and a little metal heart attached to it that read “HOPE”.

Dare I get the black one?  I shudder as I think, “no, don’t . . . it might be an ‘omen’”.  Hmm. So many decisions!

“Here’s your key, Miss. Can I get you anything else?” . . . “Umm, yes, do you know if you sell Armor All Wipes here? I know this is ‘home’ depot, but I just thought you might carry them.”

I hadn’t seen them in my earlier store exploration, but I really wanted them for my new car.

The store clerk said it was no problem for him to walk on down to see if he couldn’t find them for me since I hadn’t spotted them while perusing the aisle for my cleaning supplies. My cleaning lady was due to come clean that upcoming Saturday morning, and it’s a great thing that I remembered she had asked me for utility towels and Scrubbing Bubbles! (Thank goodness I grabbed myself a cart! ~ you see how that works!)

I waited for the clerk, and continued to sift through the bin full of lanyards. Ah, yes. I will take the black one with the pink breast cancer ribbons and the metal heart that reads HOPE for me, the pink one with hearts for my grandniece, Lexi, and the pretty purple paisley one for my niece, Jessie.

Ever since I’d purchased my new vehicle, I’ve been able to visit Jessie and Lexi, as it’s only a three-hour drive from Fort Lauderdale to Orlando. I don’t like to show up at their home empty-handed, and so I take with me little trinket-gifts with which to bless them. Hey, any little thing can touch the heart!  Oh, speaking of heart . . . let’s get back to Lamont.

I quickly grabbed the three lanyards, threw them into my cart, and made my way towards Aisle 1, to see if I couldn’t help speed things up a bit. Perhaps the sales clerk had gotten interrupted and forgotten all about my waiting back by the key station for him.

As I made my way towards the helpful cashier, I ran into Lamont once again.

He approached me with a humble heartfelt, almost embarrassed smile. He said, “Miss, if it’s okay, I will take you up on that offer if that’s still okay with you?”

“Of course! It would be my pleasure. I’m just waiting on the clerk here so I can go to the cash register to check out.” I replied.

Earlier in my tour around the store, Lamont had approached me with his palms full of loose change. He told me he needed 86 cents with which to make his purchase of the one and only item he needed and for which he came to Home Depot.

I quickly let him know that I would be more than happy to assist, but that I never carry any cash, so I would make the purchase for him on my card.

He felt that it might be best for him to take a quick run around the store to see if he wouldn’t be able to find someone with a dollar, or the exact change with which to make his purchase.

I told him that if he wasn’t able to find someone to give him the money he needed, to find me, and I’d make the purchase for him.

That’s when he told me his name was Lamont.

In order so that I might not forget, he reiterated, “Lamont, you know, like Sanford and Son”.

This second time when I ran into Lamont, he shared with me that it was wire he needed for his weed whacker. He restated that he’d only needed 86 cents, since that was all he was short.

I let him know that I was waiting on the cashier, but would be more than happy to help him.

Off we went towards the cash registers, no Armor All wipes here!

As we walked he shared his story.

“You see, ma’am, I am here for work, but they laid us all off. I just spoke with my mother last night, but I couldn’t tell her that I was out of work. They were so proud of me when I got the transfer to Fort Lauderdale to work with the news station, and I just don’t have it in me to break the news to her. I’ve been out of work now for 13 weeks, and I just find little odd jobs here and there to bring me an income. That’s why I need this piece, for the Weed Whacker.

If I don’t get this, then I won’t be able to do that lawn job I was given. I’d hate to lose that opportunity. I need all the money I can get just so I can live and feed myself day-to-day.”

The tears streamed down his face as he spoke, and my eyes and heart were welling up with tears, too.

We were next in line now, and I first made my purchase, and then a separate one for Lamont.

Good Lord! I didn’t know that it would cost $26, but I cheerfully and willingly offered to purchase the item for him–and purchase it, I did!

Now that I knew his back-story, he could now save what monies he did have for food, if that’s what he so chose to spend it on.

He cried, and couldn’t thank me enough. I cried, too.

We bid our farewell as I walked off with my cart, and as I made my trek across the parking lot to my car, I couldn’t help but turn to see where he’d gone. Surely, he’d be walking out of the store by now. Had I missed him? I scoured the parking lot with my eyes, and there was no sight of Lamont.

I sat in my car after unloading and then walking my cart back to the cart corral.

Hmm, I wonder where he went . . .

I’ll never know what happened to Lamont, but I do know this . . . one act of kindness can touch a heart like nothing else.

It not only makes the person on the receiving end melt like butter on a hot summer day, but it also brings a smile to one’s heart when extending a helping hand to another fellow human being.

When you are out-and-about running your busy-self around, take some time to see if there’s not someone whom you can help with what to you seems teeeeeeny weeeeeny, but to someone else might be GIGANTIC and insurmountable a challenge.

Psalm 37:21 ~the righteous sheweth mercy, and giveth.

Proverbs 19:17 ~ He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.

Proverbs 28:27 ~ He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse.

Matthew 25:34-46 ~ Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed [thee]? or thirsty, and gave [thee] drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took [thee] in? or naked, and clothed [thee]? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done [it] unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done [it] unto me.

Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels: For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.

Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee?

Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did [it] not to one of the least of these, ye did [it] not to me. And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal.

Luke 6:38 ~Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.

2 Corinthians 9:7 ~ Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, [so let him give]; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.

Hebrews 13:2 ~ Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

1 John 3:17 ~ But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels [of compassion] from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers . . . for thereby some have entertained angels unwares.


~God’s Gracie Girl~ ✿

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The Generous Mr. Lovewell

by MercyMe

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But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need,

and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him,

how dwelleth the love of God in him?
~ 1 John 3:17 ~ 

 The jokes fly . . .

The ridicule rampant.

Two sick young men from Lewistown, Pennsylvania, both with a perverted sense of humor, post his severely damaged, unrecognizable face on a facebook profile page they proudly created for the sole purpose of poking fun at him.  They think they’re funny.  They are not.

May the Lord have mercy on their souls . . .

Sadly . . . sick minds laugh at his picture.  They load it on to their phones only to proudly show it off to others to prove they’re someone, in that they’ve got the “real deal”.  His face—completely gone.


He was someone’s JOY when he was born. A cute baby, sitting in his high chair eating his baby food, as his mother lovingly fed him by spoon.  He cutely crawled, until he learned to walk, and his parents were so proud to have him as their son.  He is someone’s brother, cousin, father, friend.



He grew up with his siblings, in a nice neighborhood.  Attended a very prestigious high school in lower Manhattan, and received honors for he had an above average IQ of 129.

He is now a man without a face.

His name?

R O N A L D    P O P P O

Somewhere in life, he encountered pain, loss, and grief.

For 30 years, he endured the harshness that comes from being a homeless person, living on the streets.  Daily surviving heartless people hurling insults at him as they drive by, screaming at him to get a job, looking down their prideful noses at him as if he is somehow less than . . .

He is a person—homeless or not—God loves him, and we should all do the same.

He matters.

People harshly pass by him as if he is nothing, all the while refusing to reach into their wallets, purses, and deep pockets to retrieve and to assist with a measly contribution of a one-dollar bill to help him get a bottle of water, a burger, or a beer if he so chose.

Little to no kindness in their hearts, sadly they refuse him, ridicule him, and revile him.

Despite his life’s circumstances, and behind the gruesome damage done to his face, therein lies a soul, a spirit, a life—loved and created by our Dearest Lord.

It is only by the Grace of God that I am who I am . . .

But by the Grace of God, I am what I am . . .
~ 1 Corinthians 15:10

On Saturday, May 26, his entire world would forever change.

Enter in Rudy Eugene . . .

Another lost soul, Rudy Eugene’s car had broken down, and he was on foot.  He wandered through the streets of a hot Miami morning, while tearing his clothes off and throwing them into traffic.

As he came upon a sleeping RONALD POPPO, lying in the shade on a hot sidewalk off of Miami’s MacArthur Causeway, he stripped Mr. Poppo of his clothing from the waist down, and began savagely beating him.  Rudy chewed his face off beyond recognition.  Mr. Poppo’s face is one-fifth intact, with 75 to 80% of his face completely and forever gone. No nose, no mouth, his left eye forever missing.  His face now consists of his right eye and chin only.

While the event was MOST CERTAINLY DEMONIC in nature, Rudy was known to always have read his Bible, quote scripture, and was nicknamed, “Preacher Man”.  It is reported that he went everywhere with his Bible tucked in his arm. Why, he even attended Bible Study, as recently as Thursday, May 24.  You see, Rudy Eugene was known to have loved the Lord.

He, too, was someone’s young bouncy baby boy, full of joy as he entered this world.

Dismally, he is now gone.  His loss of life is nothing short of the sadness that pours through many a heart than that for an unconscious Mr. Poppo.  Although Mr. Poppo is alive, he is likely to suffer the rest of his life—the psychological damage being the worst of his pain from injuries sustained.

I cannot even begin to imagine what Mr. Eugene’s life would have been like if he had lived to face his fate of a jury trial, prison, etc. He, too, would have had to live with the psychological damage for the rest of his young life.  He was only 31—a spry little one-year old the year Mr. Poppo went homeless.

The doctors assigned to treat Mr. Poppo are doing everything they possibly can to reconstruct his face as he lies alone in a hospital room—unconscious.  They gather together to discuss and plan their next course of action, in a room full of their gifts from our Lord—gifts of intelligence, wisdom, college degrees from various medical schools, and decades-long of combined years of experience.

Facebook pages have been set up in support of this tender man who was so gruesomely harmed and damaged beyond recognition.  There are prayer groups, and pages set up for donations towards his medical care, of which could run as high as $200,000.

If you are like me, one who has a tender heart for these men, and would like to make a donation to help with the costs of Mr. Poppo’s medical care, click on this link:  Give Forward – Ronald Poppo Recovery

While there is no telling how long he will lie in critical condition before they can begin the work necessary to reconstruct his precious face, they fear infection might perhaps set in, as the germs from the mouth of Mr. Eugene are likely to spread germs and bacteria.

The earth spins, people go on about their lives, while this poor man lies unconscious in a hospital bed all alone–injured beyond recognition. Who of you care enough to stop for five minutes of your day to pray for this man? His name—RONALD POPPO.

Would you also mind keeping Mr. Rudy Eugene’s family and friends in vigilant prayer as they try to find the peace, comfort, and answers as they sort through the piecing together of the shocking, horrific news on the unexpected loss of their loved one.

~ Torn pages of his Bible, strewn about . . . the remaining pages of his intact Bible lie flapping and lightly flowing in the soft, gentle breeze alongside his lifeless body and a severely damaged Mr. Poppo . . . it is a scene no movie producer could have better scripted. ~


But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need,

and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?

~ 1 John 3:17 ~

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of theworld:

he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.

~ John 8:12 ~

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For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,

against powers, against the rulers of the darknessof this world,

against spiritual wickedness in high places.

~Ephesians 6:12~

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~God’s Gracie Girl~ ✿

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