The kids were home from school until April, and I badly needed the essentials, including toilet paper. Just one package, not a buildup. Walmart was crowded. Aisles were blocked. People were impolite, and I felt overwhelmed. I was irritated; the baby barely fit in my full cart, and my patience was wearing thin.
In a fit of annoyance, I grabbed a roll of paper towels from a busy aisle, strictly breaking the rules, and made my way to the checkout. My cart was so full that I had to start putting items on the floor. I understood that I would need another cart and, honestly, an extra set of hands to carry everything to the car in the heavy rain.
That was the moment I spotted him. A man in his sixties came up behind me in line and softly said, “Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world.”
“Amen!” I replied, mixing corn dogs onto the conveyor belt.
He looked at my loaded cart and commented, “It looks like you will need another cart.” He gestured to his blankness, except for one t-shirt.
Who really requires a cart for only one t-shirt? It seemed to be a small miracle.
“I am going to relocate it to your car as well,” he stated. “Do not refuse me.” “Do not remove my blessing.”
Tears filled my eyes. I needed support, and God delivered it, even with my frustration.
After finishing my payment, I was happy to buy his t-shirt.
“Kindly do not remove my blessing,” I told him. He helped me load the groceries into the car as it poured rain and my baby wailed in her seat. Before leaving, he stated, “God calls us to follow Him… I will see you again, if not here, then in Heaven.”
