The Milk Angel
He was a very thin, disheveled, and disfigured elderly man. He was in line behind me at the grocery store. All he had was a gallon of milk and I had a buggy full. I asked him to come around me since he would take far less time than I would. The cashier did not notice that I had allowed him in front of me and started to ring up my groceries thinking his milk was mine. He and I stopped her, but it was too late; there was no way to go back that didn't include complication. I asked her to leave his milk on my ticket, let him go on with it, and I would pay for it. He looked completely stunned and so did the cashier. What they didn't know was that it was truly my pleasure; I felt like I was serving God. I simply told him that God loved him. He thanked me and went about his way. The older I get, the more I look for God throughout the day and recognize the moments He makes more prominent. I look for ways to serve and show people what Jesus looks like. Am I perfect this way or any other way? Absolutely not! But I strive. Then I fall. Then I strive again. Sometimes acts of love find their way into my life – there they are, I just do the right thing. And sometimes I seek them. Either way, it’s the best kind of high. Joy fills my heart and the heart of the recipient. I'm thankful to have been able to show the old stranger the love of my Lord by way of a gallon of milk. It made my day more than it could have possibly made his. Oh, and I secretly wonder if he came along just so this story could touch the lives of others. Hum…
"Don't forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it." Hebrews 13:2
1/27/2019 09:44:49 am
Love this! What an encouragement you are to others! Your light shines bright!!!
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