Sunday Night Summer Reflections

He said, “Part of the grace on your life is who you were not born as. No matter how bad it is, it could always be worse.” I watch people. I examine myself. How often does that haughtiness come out? You know the one. The one where you think to yourself, “I’d never do that.” Pride. I’ve seen many fall from the hands of pride including myself. I am capable of all things. I could have been him or her had I been born into their world. I’ll never know. You won’t either.


I was at work Sunday night. I met a woman. She asked for a drink. I could smell alcohol on her breath. I could feel the presence of the Lord so strongly. I was walking around cleaning as I waited for her food. A story came to my mind. I went back and told it to her. I have told this story many times before when appropriate. Its about a woman whose husband ran around on her for years. He finally left her for someone else. The woman sought the Lord. Not only did she marry a wonderful man but she did marry her partner. That is the short version.

The woman I was serving told me her whole story. Her husband had ran around on her. She was now in her forties trying to figure out what she was to do. We talked. I hugged her before she left. She said, “I promised myself I would stop drinking when I got back home.” I told her, “You know God can handle it if you curse and scream at him. I promise. Listen to some worship music on your drive back. I gave her a list. “Florida is a long way.” She laughed. She said, “It must have been meant to be for me to stop by, I have wanted steak all day and there was no where. I stopped at a gas station. They told me about here so here I am.” She also gave me a gift of words but I won’t tell you what she said.


I still can’t believe I am so content in Goldsboro, North Carolina. I get to spend time with my nieces. We paint together. Baili helps me cook eggs. I show them the dippers in the sky. We stretch and do cartwheels. We walk through parks. We are reading, “James and the Giant Peach.”


 

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