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That was just one of the things that caught my attention today on my little Saturday adventures. Setting out today to run a few menial errands, my day turned out to be not as usual as expected.
Taking a quick trip to Dollar Tree, I was surprised to see pregnancy tests for $1. The box promises that the results are more than 99 percent accurate. Is that possible for a biological test purchased at the dollar store? And who trusts such a thing for so cheap? Knowing good and well that there is no chance I could be pregnant, I was tempted to purchase one and test it out. What if it came back positive? Should I count that as being the less than 1 percent error? Or would it be an accurate indication of an immaculate conception? That will remain as much of a mystery to me as will the mystery of what some odd thing does that an old man in the store picked up.
I didn’t quite see it, but I over the man asking the woman he was with what it did, and then proceed to tell her that he needed to buy it. “Just because it’s just a dollar doesn’t mean you should get it. Especially since you don’t know what it does,” I overheard the woman tell him.
After Dollar Tree, I went to Target, where I overheard some woman talking to another woman telling her that the cops should be coming to take her to jail soon. I wondered if she was joking, but as I snaked through the aisles in search of a bathmat, I realized she wasn’t. The woman went on to explain that she had yet to pay her taxes from the year before, and she matter-of-factly told the other woman that she was seriously expecting the police at any moment to come a take her to jail.
“Well, have you received any notices or something?” the other woman asked her.
“Yes, I’ve gotten notes in the mail,” the deliquent taxpayer’s voice trailed off as I mossied along, now in search of vitamins.
Next stop on to Trader Joe’s, where I got my usual weekly hugs and delicious groceries. This weekend, two girlfriends and I were supposed to be off in Williamsburg at a vineyard. Instead, we surprisingly each found ourselves at Trader Joe’s—two of us shopping, one working.
Then in the parking lot, as I was loading up my car, one of the women who works at TJ’s came to my rescue. She alerted me of a wasp, perched at the edge of my trunk ready to sting. After a few failed attempts of coaxing it into flying away, she took off her shoe and killed it. My hero. Trader Joe’s has the best customer service.
And then the evening ended with coffee with a good friend. 
What did you do today?
If you’ve never read any of her books or have heard Lisa Bevere speak, I suggest you do. She is an awesome, straight-forward woman of God, who I’d love to one day get the chance to personally meet. But until then, I’ll just be her Facebook friend. And in being her Facebook friend, I had the privilege to be ministered to by just a small status update she posted the other day. She had said something about experiencing delays at the airport and how through it she had a divine appointment.
“Geez,” I thought to myself. “I wish I could experience one of those right about now in my life.” Well, mine came today.
This long weekend, with no big plans in sight and no company until later in the week, I decided to take time and seriously evaluate and take inventory of my life. My mother claims I do this all the time. My response is I am constantly growing and evolving into the person God’s made me to be. So, isn’t it OK that I do this?
Well, it is only Day Two of the great thought process and already I’ve come to at least one big conclusion: I am at a stage of transition. I am finally reaching a place of maturity and stability in my life and some of the old stuff and habits must change.
But as quick as it has been for me to come to this realization, I realize the actual transition process isn’t going to be the easiest. And that’s where my divine appointment fit into my day’s activities. And only because I had made the choices I made earlier in the day, was I free to accept today’s unexpected brunch invitation at Citrus (just a little plug for the Va. Beach eatery I finally got to try out) that came with the words and advice I truly needed to hear today.
So, the moral of the day is always be flexible and open to the unexpected. God moments tend to happen this way.
No matter how good it may taste, I can’t seem to master the cutting of biscotti. Any tips?
So, life as an adult seems to suck almost 73 percent of the time, wouldn’t you say? But this summer, I have found one thing that continues to bring me joy: The Old Beach Farmers Market. Each Saturday, I wake up bright and early and head down to try some new wonder. What will I do in a few weeks without it? Check out a few of my finds.
One day, I’ll be able to see and smell fragrant sweet pea blooms from this pot.
From these tiny sprouts, one day I’ll have my pick of fresh herbs to season my life.
Judge each day not by the harvest, but by the seeds you plant. Be patient. One day, the harvest does come.
