On Mon., Jan. 2, I decided to chance walking to the nearby convenience store to buy a journal. I hadn't been out in the cold a while, but it seemed something God wanted me to do.
I knew exactly what I wanted and went straight to the shelf I'd seen it on sale before--then took a copy to the counter. But the customer ahead of me was in conversation with the cashier, so I moved down to the younger clerk at the register in the corner, who seemed to be by herself, and she rang up my purchase for me.
It felt like God nudged me from the back, telling me to open my mouth and be a little friendly.
"Thank you. Um--and do have a good New Year's," I said. She looked up and gave me a surprised smile.
She'd probably been thinking how it was no fun having to work on the day when all her friends were out having a good time.
Did I say "journal"? It was just an "A5 Soft Ring spiral notebook I came to buy. But I think God wanted something else.
