Yikes! It happened again. I had a sudden attack of “the feels” while at work. This time, I felt blessed not completely embarrassed when it occurred.
The morning started slow, but picked up a little about an hour before my lunch. And like most days everyone wanted to be checked out at the exact same time. In the rush and crush of a sudden retail frenzy, a man came up with his adorable baby boy. The little cherub had big blue eyes that reminded me of my oldest son. My heart melted in a wash of nostalgia, I felt very lucky that we were busy otherwise I would have succumbed to sentimentality.
Two customers later a woman handed me a box of delicious baked goods from one of the local shops. She said that the cookies were courtesy of her church. They were on a mission to bless their neighbors and were bringing tasty treats to the local businesses to let us we were being prayed for at their church. Delicious confections may not spark something in you, but for this sugar loving mama, they are like from manna from heaven. I was overjoyed. A darling baby then unexpected sweet treats, I was nearly overcome with joy! The next customer, put it all into perspective, she was the “God Sign” my discouraged heart was needing.
A darling, little, black lady came to the register to be rung up when I had about thirty minutes before my lunch break. She was had the ultimate grandma look to her. Curly white hair circled her gentle face, big brown eyes sparkled behind her glasses, and she wore a yellow dress speckled with small flowers. I love old people; they melt my heart so I was already primed for an emotional reaction.
She walked up to check out like normal then she started to share, and my normal morning turned into something else entirely. Older people love to share, and often they just want someone to listen to them so they will tell you about their grandchildren, their favorite recipes, or the weather. Anything, really, they just want someone willing to give them a little time and store clerks seem to fill that role. This particular lady wanted to share more than just a sweet story about her grandkids, she wanted to share her testimony.
God had provided a powerful miracle in her life a few months earlier and she wanted to tell me about it. In March, she was bed ridden and in need of a surgery she couldn’t afford. The doctors had given her a less then favorable prognosis even if they performed the surgery. Her pain made walking impossible and her finances gave her no hope. The only thing she could do was pray. And so she did.
She prayed a heap of healing into her life and God answered her. She proudly declared that she had celebrated her 87th birthday the day before and felt better than she had in years. She could walk unaided by a cane for the first time in forever. She TWIRLED like a school girl in front of the register (okay, maybe not a school girl, but it was really cute). Then she told me how blessed she felt to be alive, how wonderful it felt to wake up every morning, and how awesome God was.
As I handed her her change, she grabbed my hand and looked right at me (most people barely acknowledge the person who rings them up) and told me that God loved me. She squeezed my hand gently in hers and told me to keep believing and never give up and that I was a blessing. It was a small moment in my day that had a huge impact. I could feel the sincerity in her words and, more importantly, the reality of them. I guess God knew I really needed that bump of positivity at this time in my life.
By the time she turned and left the store, my eyes were swimming, but this time I held it together. The next customer in line had witnessed the whole thing and was a little overcome as well. We just smiled and blinked during her transaction, both of us processing the moment we had just witnessed.
Divine appointments are amazing. Earlier in the week I had been given a book that talked about the power of prayer in healing and I had started reading it with a sceptic’s eye. A few days later I meet a woman who had experienced the miracle of healing herself. Even a completely clueless person like myself can see the obvious link. The God who performed miracles in the bible is still alive today. He hasn’t changed.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.