I was wheeling my cart toward the corral after a Costco run this morning when I spied a small, thin, vaguely frail woman loading groceries into the back of an SUV. She didn't look incapable of the task, per se, so I was surprised when I heard the voice.
Me? I silently replied as I slowed my stroll back to the car. Why me? But again...
Go help her.
I paused and, having reached my car, I went for the door handle with more than a bit of hesitation.
GO HELP HER.
So I sighed, walked up to this woman I didn't know, and asked if she'd like assistance. There was a language barrier and she looked puzzled by my sudden (and entirely random) appearance so I asked again. She smiled and gestured at a particularly large bag of something --maybe it was rice?-- in her cart. "With this?" she suggested. So I heaved said-bag up --and man alive, it was heavy-- and deposited it into the back of her little SUV. She nodded and smiled and said thank you. And then I returned to my car.
I have no idea why God wanted me to help her with that bag, but He did. Sometimes He makes those requests in obvious fashion. Other times, we need to tease out what it is that He wants us to do. So even though it was awkward for me to walk up to a complete stranger, I'm grateful that He was clear on what He wanted me to do to help that woman.
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