Thursday, November 6, 2014

Prayer in a Season of Thankfulness

We're adjusting to a new routine. The Little Mister has started a special preschool program where so far, he is thriving. Even as I blinked back some tears the first time he got on the bus, you can't begin to imagine the depth of my gratitude for this opportunity. So far, he loves it and has adjusted seamlessly in the small classroom of peers. He receives therapy, and so much more. He has two words now: "Yes" and "No". He also has some half words such as yuck, uh-oh, ah-hah, and he is working on "ok."

It has been the answer to a very long prayer journey.

There is a song that says "Someone is praying for you." I always thought it was kind of ridiculous. Who, and why? How or why would they pray for me if they did not know me? How would they even know what they should pray about?

On Little Mister's first day of school I was adjusting to the new routine with my regular Monday trip to the grocery store. When we first were married and moved to this area, I used to sometimes shop at a store on the other side of the county. It was located in a large shopping center and I could do several errands at once. There was a lady I would sometimes see in the grocery store who caught my eye. Perhaps in her fifties, and dressed so flamboyantly that it bordered on a costume, I surmised that she might be self employed in a manner completely off the books and in a very old profession. Her garish clothing caught my attention every time. Once I saw her shopping with a man. She kept rough company. Beneath the flashy and cheap, I could see evidence that she was once very beautiful.

They built a store closer to where we live, and I no longer saw the lady. In fact, I forgot about her.

Until last week.

It was the high spiked heels of her boots and the skirt shorter than her worn out fur coat. Maybe the coat was a Goodwill find, or a gift from long ago. Now, she was pushing a cart through my new store, more creases on her face than even five years ago. How did she get out here? Her cart was far from full, just a few things for a single lady to get by on, pasta sauce and soda. As I encountered her in aisle after aisle, she never once noticed me, the denim skirt mom who was praying that the world would show her some kindness. Winter is coming, will she be warm? Is there anyone to look after her? What about in twenty years?

We ended up in the check out lanes next to one another. She was having a hard time paying. After using the balance on her food stamps, she was scrounging for seventeen dollars and change.

My heart longed to help her. What should I do? Lord, please let her have the money. I don't want her to have to put anything back. Should I help if she needs it?

She leaned over her cart, calmly sifting through her large purse. She was unfazed, and after a while produced something to pay the balance.

We paralleled again on our way out of the store, and I wondered as she pushed her cart through the parking lot. Could she actually have a car? She had too many bags to take on the bus, and she wasn't headed for the bus stop. She confidently strode to a vehicle and began unloading the cart into the back of something. I craned my neck and saw an elderly man helping her. They were putting the bags into the back of his van, while his wife waited in the front passenger seat.

Ah, familiarity. I recognized him as the Deacon from a nearby church, an extremely kind man whose acquaintance I had made a handful of times. So they were looking after her. No doubt doing more than just giving her rides, but maybe also feeding her physically and spiritually.

Thank you.

Someone is praying for her.  

Maybe someone is praying for you.


  1. Ahh. So beautiful! Thank you for sharing!

  2. What a true to life story, a beautiful story.

    1. They don't happen often, but I love to share them when they do.

  3. Lovely story.........and also very pleased to hear about the preschool it really that long since you were laid out on the loung with morning sickness????

    1. I know Sharmayne, in some ways it feels like that was yesterday and at other times, so long ago!

  4. I really enjoyed this post! It can be hard to know what to do in certain situations. I may do a post on an experience I had while at the store. You have inspired me to write about it :) We'll see if I accomplish it :)

    1. Yes, you need to write it when you get time. I want to read about it.

  5. I love how you are able to take stories about this, and happenings about that, and weave them together, connecting them into a "whole" - the big picture with the message!

    I am so happy to hear your little man accepted the new school so easily! Now THAT is a gift! I'm afraid I got misty-eyed right along with you when you told about him getting on the bus. And he's got some words now!! "Auntie Linda" is SO excited!!

    1. When you believe that there are no coincidences and little things might have a purpose, even if it takes years to see it, then you have to find the big picture. I'm so glad you enjoyed the post!

      He is doing great in the preschool program. It's been a blessing on many fronts, and it feels like Little Mister is erupting right now with new sounds. It's very exciting!


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