A few days ago I was walking to the grocery store to grab some deli meat for lunch. I turned the corner into the parking lot and jogged past this older man walking very slow, crouched over, with a cane. I immediately wanted to help him somehow but he was walking on his own; I can't make him walk any faster, and I was pretty sure he could make through the automatic doors without my help.
So I past him and walked inside. The only thing I could do was thank God for the strength and ability He's given my body. I walked in past the produce and headed toward the deli section. The zip-loc aisle caught my eye (as I'd been looking for some small sandwich bags) and I stopped and started my search for the best bargain.
I searched long and hard and just as I was about to make the perfect selection, the old man with the cane turns the corner and stops right beside me. He starts mumbling something about needing kitchen bags, as if to remind himself of why he's here. "Oh, I left my glasses at home," he finally says coherently. Imagine that, I thought to myself; here was my time to help. We looked over a couple kitchen trash bags and I grabbed the cheapest for him. And just as fast as he had come, he was gone.
Thank You Lord for giving me the opportunity to serve this man or angel - You have your ways of blessing your children and I thank You.
