It was a super breezy day. I’d finished doing the morning laundry. My kitchen wasn’t spotless but it was somewhat I call manageable. I needed a few items from the market. My son asked if he could tag along. I said sure. I didn’t need much so he’d asked to hold the food items.
As we made our way down the aisle we noticed the two lines that wrapped its way down the center. We stood at the very end when a woman who was the first in line said, Miss, that’s all you have. Do you wanna go?
I thought – are you sure I don’t want to be rude to all the others shoppers patiently waiting. It’s not the easy thing – waiting.
So after a few more seconds, I responded with thank you. I made my way from the tail end of the line down the center aisle to the cashier.
If that wasn’t enough- I thought I had a clear path. Little did I know the narrow aisle between the lady’s shopping cart, my son handing me the items to put on this moving belt – and bam…
I made a wrong move and all the snack on the side of me started tumbling down – our mouths dropped. I kept saying sorry.
A tiny miracle unfolded…
On a normal day, this might not have happened. Seeing how things move faster in today’s times but were as if a little heaven met us. I looked at all those grocery items on the floor. I just started grabbing food trying to put it back on the shelf. That’ when other shoppers pitched-in and were helping to restore the shelf (from what my clumsy-self had ruined). I said thank you, everyone, thank you.
I paid for my items and quickly left.
My son: Mommy that was a miracle because I was embarrassed for you. Then the people started helping. It was amazing. Maybe God had those people to help you. Because it was gonna be a long night if they didn’t…
Me: Yes indeed it was the good LORD and those people gave us a little wealth for the soul. For that, I’m thankful~your kindness sister