Wednesday, February 23, 2011
“Damn. They were pulling in.”
“C’mon God. Give me a spot please. Just this once. C’mon!!”
“Oh?!... OH!... Heck yeah! Score! Bing, bing, bing!! Thank You God!! A spot, and close to the front!”
Then I thought: “Did God reaaaallly grant me a parking space?”
This created a new topic to ponder as I strolled around the bookstore. I go to bookstores not always with the intent on acquiring a tome to my liking, but I like the silence. I like the smell. I like being surrounded by the stories of others presented for me to slip into. I just like bookstores.
“Please God, let the donuts be fresh!”
“Please God, let there be some ink in the printer!”
The lady had fallen and lay injured on her floor for days. The lady asked who had called in her favor which saved her life. Emergency professionals told her the Dominos people. Her odd diet and brief daily interactions saved her life. Her prayers obviously heard. The Dominos delivery person was seemingly driven by divine opportunity or perhaps a vehicle in answering the prayers of another.