You know, a strange thing happened tonight. I was at work, and a local minister happened in, and I greeted him, and of course we blabbed, because that's what I do, and he said, "Do you remember what I told you at church?" and I had to admit that I didn't. And he said, "I told you that God was going to use you for something important." Surprised, I stopped. Yes. I did remember that he had said that, immediately. I remember that I was just as surprised the first time that I heard it as I was the second time that I heard it, and I think that it is a strange thing that someone would have more faith in me than I have in myself. I thought about that during the course of the night, what it would be like to understand what my God's purpose for me actually was. That would be quite a thing, wouldn't it? I don't know what God's got in store for me, but I do feel that I am on the way to where I'm supposed to be. Important? I don't know about that part, but I know He's at work. It gave me a pleasant thing to think on for the night, wondering what God might mean for me to do.
A lady came in tonight with her little grandson, and, gees, he was just as cute as a button, and a little chatterbox too. His grandmother was mad though. Really mad. She'd come in with a question about dog food, and one of the guys had walked over with her to answer her questions, and to point out several brands which might be helpful to her situation. She complained to me 'that he had not helped her load the bag into the shopping cart.' I was a little surprised at her level of anger, but I also know for a fact that everyone in our store is very helpful. That's what we are known for. I said, "Well, I guess that in his defense, men and women work shoulder to shoulder in this store. We have women who come in this store and heft feed like it's nothing at all. The guys are used to that. If you just grabbed a bag of dog food, no one would have given it a second thought. Anyone would be happy to assist you, but not everyone needs or wants assistance. I'm sure that he simply didn't know you expected help." She looked at me, surprised and still pretty mad. I said, "I'll help you load it into your cart though," and she snapped, "I don't expect you to do that. You're a woman." I said, "Yes, but like I said, we all work together." I picked up the bag of dog food and headed to her car, wondering where the heck she'd been during the '60s.
I was talking with a friend who'd stopped in to pick up a few toys for her grandson's birthday. We have quite a sale to move the last of the Christmas toys. She asked when I went back to school, and I told her next week, Tuesday. The next customer said, "Did I hear you right? Do you go to school?" and I said, "Yes." She asked where, and I told her at the community college. "Good for you!" she exclaimed. She then said, "I always wanted to go back to school but I'm too old." I looked at her. She looked younger than me. I said, "You're not too old. I'm 53." (and I will be for three more months, so you all just hush.) She looked at me closely, and she was surprised. She asked me what I was studying, and I told her. "That's a good field," she said. I bagged up her stuff, and told her, "Just do it!" and she smiled in a thinking sort of way. That would be darn cool to see her walking around campus next semester.