But
on that particular occasion last week I happened to be the lucky one millionth
shopper (or something like that) that got a cart with four good wheels. I pushed and listened, pushed more and
listened, but nothing, no inappropriate noise was coming from the cart’s
wheels. With that discovery, I froze for
a moment. I wasn’t exactly sure what to
do. On one hand I expected a supervisor
to come and take the cart back, explaining it was reserved for the employee of
the month. On the other hand I expected
lights to start flashing, balloons and confetti to start falling, and employees
to start singing to me like servers at a restaurant serenading a patron having
a birthday. There was none of that. Just your basic shopping trip followed from
there, but I wanted to tell you about the good thing that happened so you’d
know it is possible.
I’m
going back to the store this afternoon.
No great expectations, but I’m more hopeful as a result of my last
experience. What I’m thinking is that
grace happens. It doesn’t exactly say it
that way in the Bible, but it’s true, grace happens, sometimes pertaining to
stuff more important than wheels on carts.
It usually happens without fanfare, but it happens. And knowing that, may you be more hopeful as
you go about your day.
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