I love it.
When He sends me a fast ball over the plate, I can nail it. It looks so easy.
I am currently in Safford attending a family reunion. The drive through the mountains was a bit messy, so I moseyed through a car wash after arriving, before heading to Mom’s. On the way there, I noticed a Walgreen’s and remember I needed something.
With the usual male mentality, I turned a shopping trip into an exercise in efficiency. I marched in with an alpha male cadence to my boots, found the item and proceeded to the check stand.
The lady behind the counter was carefully helping an elderly lady who was struggling with the process. Eventually she found her discount card, and her credit card, made the purchase, then struggled anew with getting the change in her wallet, the cards in their slots, the receipt in her wallet, the wallet in her purse, the purse in her cart, and then the cane and the cart and the legs synchronized.
I had long ago switched off the alpha male vibes and was standing back a ways, not crowding her.
The clerk however, was feeling very anxious about my potential impending wrath since she had seen me come in exuding conquest. She reached around the lady, inviting me to hand her my item so she could expedite my checking out. I waved her off.
When the lady finally left, I moved forward and said very calmly, “We will both be that old someday.”
She was a bit flustered, then I followed through. “Besides, I owe you one.”
She looked at me startled since she did not remember ever having seen me before. And she hasn’t.
I said, “My mother retired to this community. She is 86 years old and you have all treated her very graciously. I am indebted to you.”
She was undone.
I left smiling at all God had done to set that one up, beginning with a car wash. It was too easy for me. A fast ball over the plate!
Love it when He pitches batting practice.
Copyright Sept. 1, 2016 by Arthur Burk
From room 129, on the road.