I had put the Southern peaches in my cart (yea!), and was turning around for the grapes when an older gentleman called out for the produce guy. It was one of those awkward moments where I watched the man call for him and the produce dude didn't hear him, so the man called out again--truthfully not loud enough--and I was wondering, okay, should I help him? What should I do? A few more tries and finally Mr. Produce heard.
The gentleman wanted the deal on grapes. It was explained to him that it had been a one day sale on Wednesday. The man apparently didn't understand. I snuck in to grab my grapes with an "excuse me" that wasn't heard by either. As I moved on to broccoli, their seemingly unending conversation loop continued.
My heart was sad for the older gentleman who appeared unkempt and very needful of a sale on grapes. I wondered about him and his situation. Did he lose his wife? Does he have adult children nearby? Does anyone check in on him? The imaginings in my head were making shopping difficult.
So, I rang up God.
I prayed for him and his situation. I thanked God for my blessings and my situation. (It was difficult not to feel really, really blessed while filling my basket full of good food for my family.)
While checking out, I glanced outside the front door. The same gentleman stood outside with three police officers. He was being arrested for shoplifting.
So, obviously I was a sobbing mess unloading groceries into my car. And, what can I do? If I started a crusade, joined an organization or helped an individual every time I drove around town crying, it would turn into a full time job. God works on me, though, in those moments.
He works on me, still, regarding the gentleman who wanted a sale on grapes.