Tonight I was able to be out with our daughter for a few minutes, just to grab a few groceries before dinner. That's always a great time.
As our food sped down the rubber conveyor the cashier asked me how I was doing? I gave her the customary answer, "Better than I deserve."
I asked her the same.
"You know...broke just a few days before Christmas and wont' be able to give my kids Christmas."
Then...silence as I wondered how best to respond. Nothing came. I didn't have an answer.
She handed me my receipt. "Merry Christmas," were her last words and it was on to the next soul behind me.
She is hurting. I hope to be able to see her soon. In the mean time we will pray.