One On One

It is early and still dark outside. The street lights illuminate patches of sidewalk outside of the coffee shop. I’ve been enjoying the quiet for 5514745-una-taza-de-caf-de-chocolate-caliente-con-malvaviscos-en-la-parte-superior-descansando-sobre-la-alfoalmost an hour, drinking my mocha coffee while I surf the web and listen to the radio. My headphones allow me to be here in this space and be somewhere else all at the same time. Technology is amazing like that.

I am a keen observer of people, and so sitting at a table in the corner of the coffee shop is a prime location for such observing. Most people are in and out quickly, getting their coffees to go. Others, older individuals are regulars. These guys know the baristas by name and have inside jokes and smiles that they share. Reading newspapers, talking, watching TV, surfing the net, or just quietly sitting and thinking. We are all here together and yet we are each in our own world.

I wonder what these individuals plans are for today? Everyone goes about life, each time the bell above the door tinkles and the door closes, someone else is gone. Each left to start the day’s adventures. Each to make their mark on the world. Some will paint their corner of the world with vibrant splashes of color, while others walk quietly through the mundane.

Each face is unique and significant. Husbands, grandfathers, moms, sisters, daughters, sons, and friends. Each life touches another, intertwined together. I look at faces and I wonder what their stories are?

When God looks at us, what does He see? He sees our heart and our motives that our faces can sometimes hide. He knows both our pain and our joy. Nothing is hidden from Him. He is the Master Observer, but God is not satisfied with just being a casual observer.  He longs for relationship with each of us. Real. Personal.

Get to know Him. One on one.

But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7  NIV

Blood Curdling Screaming Coming From A Cart

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I went to Walmart this morning. I had some grocery shopping to do. I don’t really dig the grocery shopping part, but I love the people watching. That store tends to be a veritable petri dish of characters. Today there was a little girl who kept me entertained. She was a screamer. You know the kind I’m talking about. It started out as a whine. (bless her heart, she was probably needing a nap) Then a “Moooommmmmy!!!”. Mommy ignored her while she attempted to figure out the best buy on breakfast cereal. Girl got louder. Mom, perused the sugar crunchies, and bran cardboard. Girl let it rip. “AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa”. I have to say she had a healthy set of lungs on her. I’d say everybody in the entire super WalMart could hear her. She was that good. Such a loud scream wrapped up in such an angelic little face.

As I continued to shop, I periodically heard the “AAAAAaaaaaaa” from some other aisle. I smiled. I don’t have young children, so I can.

I finally was finished with the buying of food staples. My family will be happy that they are not going to starve. I maneuvered my shopping cart into an available check out line— behind two other people. I always pick the slow line. The cashier was personable, but slow. This always happens to me. I think it must be genetic. Can people have DNA that always, no matter what, attracts them to the slowest line in a store? Just sayin’ that I am curious about that. It seems plausible.

Two lines over was harried mom with screaming tot. Girl was stuck in cart while mom unloaded groceries onto the conveyor belt. Girl yelled. Mom gave her “the look”. Girl got quiet. She was probably thinking over her options. I had a feeling that little girl was going to get it when she got out to the mini van. Aaahhhhh…….the joys of parenting. Did I mention that I am glad to be past that stage? (Big smirk….I mean smile.)