I had a half an hour before I had to claim a valuable piece of real estate known as a parking spot at my kids' school. I only occupy it for about ten minutes, roughly the time it takes me to read a chapter of a book, but I'm a committed squatter. I back into the convenient space which is near the front yet far enough away from the tangle of the carpool line.
Since I was ahead of schedule, I decided out of the blue to make a stop at Walgreen's. I'm not sure why I thought that it would be a good idea since I only typically go to the one near our house, but like I said, I had time so I thought, why not? I might forage through the aisles and discover orange tagged clearance items that we *ahem* need.
But as soon as I was inside, I wandered. Aimlessly. The store was arranged completely different than the one I was familiar with and I felt out of place. I kept thinking, what am I doing here? I was out of sorts, but kept as strolling through the store's candy and beauty sections and finding myself staring at sales on toilet paper. We didn't need any and it wasn't on clearance anyway. I walked toward the back, near the pharmacy and picked over an end cap of toboggans and gloves and playing cards. As I was standing there, something caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an elderly woman, trying to lean over and pick up boxes she had apparently spilled. I shrugged on my purse higher on my shoulder and marched over to her.
"Let me help you," as I kneeled down and started collecting the packages. She straightened slowly and I looked up into her watery, deep set brown eyes. One of her eye's was a little red and irritated but the other was clear but misty.
"Oh, thank you so much. I dropped them." She said with a laugh that indicated she drops things a lot these days.
I held up her cane and she immediately latched onto it. It seemed as if she had spent most of her energy trying to reach for the boxes of bandages. It made me think of how paper thin your skin becomes as you age, especially with some medications you may be taking. I have family and friends who use the larger, gauzy bandages instead of the traditional sticky ones.
I stood to face her and offered to carry her boxes to the front or get her a buggy. She declined but I helped her restack them in her left arm so her cane would be in her right. She looked at me, said thank you again and gave me the sweetest smile. As I smiled back and told her I was happy to help, I had the most peculiar and exhilarating feeling spread over me. At that moment, I realized I didn't go to Walgreen's for me that day, I went for her. And it was one of my favorite shopping experiences ever. I left Walgreen's feeling happy and fulfilled and I couldn't care less if I missed my prized parking spot.
That precious woman made my day.
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Hebrews 11:8 - By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going.