The lady and the pear
Every day, it’s something.
So, I am just leaving the local grocery store to our home, and see an elderly lady putting water jugs into the cargo area of her SUV, which is parked next to my car. I smile at her, think nothing of it or her. I smile at everyone, so…
As I am putting my few bags into the car, she has already pulled out of her spot and is driving away. Again, means nothing to me—it’s what happens in a store lot. I’m buckled up and ready to do the same.
Knock, knock, knock on my window to my left. It’s the lady.
I roll down the window to see what is wanted and she says, quite determinedly, “God told me to give you this five dollars. The pear is from my garden. God bless you. God bless you.”
She puts the five dollars and the pear into my hands and promptly walks away, without looking back. It was then that I noticed she had come back into the lot and had pulled in right behind me, preventing me from leaving, so she could do what she was purposed to do.
Off she goes and there I sit, pear in one hand, fiver in the other with my mouth open. And then I drove home and was guided to read the following.
Ye did run well; who did hinder you that ye should not obey the truth?
This persuasion cometh
not of him that calleth you.
A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.
I have confidence in you through the Lord, that ye will be none otherwise minded: but he that troubleth you shall bear his judgment, whosoever he be.