30 Days of Thanksgiving: Day 25

A while back, I posted how my husband’s grandpa sat and talked with us, this summer. He told us how he would sit down with a pastor, every time he had a new pastor. He would tell the new pastor “If you aren’t stepping on my toes, I’m not going to be sitting in these pews”. He went on to say that too many people nowadays only want to be praised. They don’t want to be held accountable, and be told the areas they need to grow in.

Yesterday, at church, I was grateful to hear our pastor say some hard things. To challenge the congregation. That we may not be who we think we are in any given situation.

I’ve heard this before. But, it was the first time that it felt authentic and genuine.

So, today…I’m grateful for pastors who step on their congregations toes. I’m sure you get a lot of complaining emails for it. But, know that there are some of us who support it!

HIStory: What’s Your Favorite Part of Your Day (Part 4)

As they are talking, another gentleman and I strike up a short conversation. His order gets called up, so he had to go mid-conversation.

Simultaneously, as we had been talking, another man had caught my eye. He was older, and he had a cane. The younger gentleman I was sitting next to offered his seat, but the older one declined. He waited until the seat became available and plopped down next to me.

By then, most people had cleared out. The older gentleman with the cane very clearly knew the owner. They made jabs at each other back and forth, laughing, and then in between, he would make conversation with me.

During this time, I got to learn a little about the gentleman with the cane, how he had known the owner’s father. But the owner’s father had passed away a month before. He had been sick for a long time. He, himself, had known the owner for a long time.

As we were talking, I get a message from the customer:

“Thank you for being patient. It’s is appreciated and your tip will reflect that.”

“It is my pleasure. Thank you, sir”

As I was telling my husband this story, my eyes welled up…and my voice broke.

Here I was worried about our situation. I was worried and anxious. I, additionally-in my eyes, messed up by canceling this guy’s order. Yet, I got the opportunity to redeem it, and while I waited I got to strike up two conversations. One of them being just the sweetest of conversations. And, I got to bless this man by taking his order to him while he had to work.

And God showed up in so many ways that day.

It is days like that day, that I am glad we have the habit of asking each about our days. I am glad that I got to share what happened in the sweetest moment of that day.

Because on a day where I had a hard time only thinking about myself, and my problems, God opened my eyes. He helped me to slow down, that day. To take time to connect with other people, listen to their stories, and learn about them.

And it’s these stories..the ones that start off with a “me mindset”, that move to an “others mindset”, and eventually the glory goes to a “God mindset”. He gets the focus off of me, back on others and Him…and reminds me that there’s a bigger picture. There’s a story greater than myself. Greater than I could ever imagine or comprehend. A love story. A God story. It’s HISstory.

HIStory: What’s Your Favorite Part of Your Day (Part 3)

I turned around, and headed back to the restaurant.

As I was driving, I got a message from the customer.

He said “I know the line is probably long in the drive-thru. It may be quicker to go inside.”

I messaged back: “Thank you. I went inside, but the line was still long. Do you think it will still go quicker even though the line is really long inside?”

“In my experience, it has.” He replied.

“Ok! I will do that. Thank you for the advice.”

So, I drive into the parking lot. Still no place to park.

But, I see one spot next to the dumpster and the exit to the alley way. I pull in, make sure the tail of the bed of the truck is out of the way, and I walk inside.

As I make my way in, I can see a gentleman walking in front of me. He’s a little older, and clearly physically disabled in some way. He peacefully opens up the order, and insists that I go ahead of him.

“Thank you, sir”. As we walked inside, I motion…”Please, go ahead”

“No, you go ahead.”

“Thanks”

I wait in line. And, finally get the customer’s meal ordered.

As people’s orders come in, and they leave…more room opens up in a crowded waiting space.

I make my way to sit on a bench where a young man is talking to an older woman he is sitting with.