Shopping Cart

Good morning!

Tuesday afternoon I ran into the Dollar General store just around rhe corner from my work. Freezing rain was falling, and our principal had advised us to head out before the streets got treacherous.

I needed to make a few stops on my way home. My car needed gas. And it was one of my students’ birthday the next day. I had to bring treats. She chose Takis as her birthday treat. And then there was toilet paper. I certainly wouldn’t want to be without it in case we had an ice storm over night. And I want plenty of ply.

I decided to run into the nearest store to quickly grab some Takis and toilet paper. Dollar General it was.

As I was heading back to the paper goods section, I noticed a couple pushing a grocery cart. Not just any grocery cart, but one so full it was overflowing. They were dressed and smelled as if they were homeless. The full cart did not fit their MO.

I got my two items and headed to the cashier only to be diverted by an elderly man in an aisle using a walker. I stopped to ask him if he needed help getting or carrying anything. I went on to explain I lived with my elderly father and was quite comfortable helping him. He thanked me, but said he just wanted the small bag of cookies he was able to hold in his hand and still maneuver his walker.

I went on to check out.

There were two cashiers, but only one was checking. The other was emptying a shopping cart. I recognized it to be the same shopping cart I had seen earlier. As I purchased my items I learned that the man had sent the one cashier to the back storeroom in search of an electric heater to purchase while the woman pushed the cart out the door. With the only cashier in operation busy checking.

Their plan failed. They were stopped in their tracks. They took off, and the merchandise was being returned to its former location on the store shelves.

I woke up abruptly in the wee hours the next morning feeling terrible that I did not buy that basket of groceries for that couple! I knew not their circumstances, but I’m fairly sure they aren’t as blessed as I am. Knowing what I know now, I could have made a difference. Changed a crime scene into a blessing. If I’d only paid closer attention. To my surroundings. Acted when my senses told me something just wasn’t right about what my eyes saw. I could have been Jesus’ hands and feet.

I did find a brief moment of consolation recalling offering to help the gentleman with the walker. At least my spirit was such that I had tried to help my fellow man on this cold, icy night.

How about you? Do you look for those opportunities to be Jesus’ hands and feet? Or do you go through life catering only to your own needs?

Let’s all be Jesus’hands and feet. Especially on these cold winter days and nights. Not so quick to judge. But rather quick to help. Those in need. Expecting nothing in return. Look at the countless blessings we all receive ourselves from our Lord when we may not deserve it.

Rescue the weak and the needy, deliver them from the hand of the wicked. Psalm 82:4

Love and laughter,

Sandy

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One thought on “Shopping Cart

  1. Reblogged this on Fat Beggars School of Prophets and commented:
    She says: “Knowing what I know now, I could have made a difference. Changed a crime scene into a blessing. If I’d only paid closer attention. To my surroundings. Acted when my senses told me something just wasn’t right about what my eyes saw. I could have been Jesus’ hands and feet”. And I think, YES! This is that moment when HEAVEN expands our imagination. I hope it keeps expanding until my limited view of LIFE is conquered.

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