Friday afternoon is not the time to go to Wal-Mart. Traffic is full of people who don’t know how to drive and they are all in a hurry.
However, having been stuck in the house for almost 3 weeks, getting out into the brash nerves and strained faces of those in rush hour to enjoy a TGIF I made the trip.
Once I arrived, and said “good morning” to the lady who greets everyone, I realized it was 4:30 in the afternoon. No wonder she flashed a scrutinizing stare at me.
My goal was to buy a new Vaporizer since the one I had “kicked the bucket.” Making my way to the nasal sprays, Benadryl and a vast array of allergy meds, the very few Vaporizers were stuck in a little corner at the back. The choice was one or the other so I took the other.
Heading to the dairy department, children were screaming, parents were fussing while military personnel picked out Valentine candy.
This trip was wearing on my soul. Yogurt was popular; 3 women and their carts blocked any idea of breaking their heated conversation over who was dating who or “did you hear what happened to so and so?”
I just wanted out. Give me my yogurt and let me leave.
Those words had barely left my thoughts when I recognized the whisper.
The propensity of his heart speaking to mine uttered the questions…..
“What do you see?”
“What is in front of you?”
“What is surrounding you?”
Strolling through the meat and produce section, I surveyed the areas.
I witnessed hostile frowns, quickened steps and irritated customers. Some counted their pennies as if to be living one paycheck to another.
One man spoke to an elderly woman, “Hi, how are you?”
Her response, “Oh just barely making it.”
Searching for a short line seemed improbable, but found one with one customer ahead of me. The clerk was an older woman. Turning to the side, she placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. Informing me of the cost, she appeared to be in pain and the least bit interested in her job.
Lonely, discouraged people making an effort to get through one more day of this “hell” on earth. Living tragedies, misery and hidden agendas framed their worn out faces.
It was then God revealed to me how much I had been in my own little world while he opened up to me all these others were trapped in theirs.
My suffering was notably minute compared to the afflictions these souls harbored. Without knowing any hardships or distress of these shoppers, God made it clear to me how good I have it.
In the same reflection he reminded me of the harvest he is in the process of showering upon the earth. We, who he has called, will soon be tuned into the one of the greatest outpouring of the Holy Spirit ever known.
Once home, I thanked God for daily shedding the veil from my heart. In the midst of tempers flaring and a store full of dejected ailing people, he communicated with me how I use to be one of them. By his mercy and grace only, he gave me an exit from the “lonely hearts club.”
God has and is planting his trained warriors in nations and areas where evil seems to be thriving. He works between the lines of hatred and the ranks of power hungry reprobates. In other words, he is transforming lives from the inside out.
Sometimes all God needs is a willing follower of Jesus to land their feet on the soil in a village of a lost tribe or the deserts of Afghanistan or Iraq.
Other believers he sends to Wal-Mart.
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