I drove to a local thrift store, walked across the parking lot, thinking about other things I could use. Two kitty carriers, perhaps a TV to replace the one that broke, a couple of VHS tapes I was searching for, you know, just thinking. I walked through the door and something caught my eye.
It wasn't a TV or VHS tape or kitty carrier. It wasn't any thing at all. It was the most precious item to God and that preciousness was passed onto me.
She was sitting in a wheelchair. She was wearing a black winter coat. She had puffy white hair and was just sitting there. I smiled and said hello. She looked up, smiled and said hello. I stopped walking and knew God wanted me to remind her that He hadn't forgotten about her.
I stood for a little while, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
Her family was shopping and she was waiting for them.
I asked her if she needed clothing and she laughed. I sat down.
"Oh, I have too much. I could wear them three fold!"
"I know what you mean," I said, "I'm giving mine away."
I continued, "Do you read books?"
"No, not anymore," she said, "My eyes don't see too well anymore.
I like watching TV, the news and some shows."
I said,"I don't have TV."
Her eyes opened wide.
"I usually read the newspaper or check on the Internet."
I got the nudge to leave.
"Well it was nice talking with you."
As I stood, I placed my hand on her arm.
She looked at her arm as if it had not been touched gently in awhile.
We said our good-byes and that was it.
God did not prompt me to say anything about Him.
I believe that sometimes we are God's angels.
And sometimes, angels are silent.
