(written a couple of days ago)
Today I was at the commissary by myself.
Grocery shopping as a pregnant woman comes with many challenges as I have come to find out. First, I have to practice impulse control to some extent (I still go for the chocolate ice cream and pudding...but have to say no to some other things...). It's hard when everything you look at makes your mouth water. (Yum, did I just type pudding? No NO, must focus....)
Anyways, back to the point.
I had a good load of food to get us through the next couple of days, and all of a sudden it was time to check out. I head over to the check out line and wait a couple minutes, and before I knew it, I was up. I start unloading as best as I can (with a large belly that sticks straight out and a sore back). I take my time and get everything out as quickly as possible as not to hold the line up. Then I get a surprise, an elderly gentlemen asks if he can help me get the groceries loaded onto the conveyer belt. I surprisingly and eagerly said "Absolutely, thank you so much!" and then the tears came.
Yes, it made me cry.
I don't think it was the pregnancy hormones either (okay, maybe a little) but there I was....being gracefully blessed by an elderly man (who didn't know me from eve)....who had his own wife and load of groceries. A man who wasn't even much quicker than I was at the work....but he gave it his all and before I knew it, my cart was empty. He said "You are welcome sweetie." with a smile and headed back to his own cart.
Today- that man was my angel.
Today that man brought me a little bit closer to knowing the true character of my King.
Today, that man showed me Christ's love through his selfless act of service.
All of this became a sweet reminder of how truly compassionate our Savior is to us
consistently....no matter what kind of day we have had, or how poorly we have acted, or how neglectfully we have treated those around us.....
He will continually reach into our basket and empty our load. All we have to do is accept.
Sweet Jesus, thank you for your tenderness when we don't even realize we need it the most.
U-n-d-e-s-e-r-v-i-n-g.
So undeserving.