Last night I went to Subway. They have a shop in one of the larger convenience stores/gas stations in town. I thought I might share this so you might have a better look at the gloriosity which is Dave.
I'd spent most of the day in Bible Study and prayer and had worked up a bit of an appetite, so I went to get a Veggie sandwich. There are two main doors to this shop. As I entered, I saw coming through the other door a family of four...Dad, Mom and two daughters, both under 10 I'm guessing.
So I said a little prayer for them...something like, "Dear Lord, PLEASE don't let them get in line in front of me." and I quickened my pace to help get that prayer answered. Some idiot crossed my path and slowed me down and sure enough, the man turned at the beginning of the queue just squeaking ahead of me.
Like a good christian, I smiled--or at least I gritted my teeth--as the remainder of the family filed in behind Dad, and of course IN FRONT OF ME!
THEN they started ordering. Four DIFFERENT sandwiches. Do you think they could have shared at all? OH NO! Every member of that beautiful little family had to have their OWN!
The ladies behind the counter were working as fast as they could, I suppose. I could have worked faster, I'm sure, but not for THAT kind of money. Just when I thought we might be getting somewhere THIS WEEK, the sandwich builder asked the question I dreaded. "Do you want these toasted?"
Well, OF COURSE THEY WANTED THEM TOASTED! ONE AT A TIME!
Here I am, fresh from a day of unemployment and Bible Study and I swear to you I had not eaten in HOURS! Well, I did have a samll thing of yogurt, but that doesn't count. I don't know how many hours it had been, but it was SEVERAL! Of THAT I am sure.
No doubt you will all agree that what happened next was the icing on the cake. These two sweet little girls could not make up their precious minds what toppings to get. And the mother actually talked sweetly to them! Can you believe it?
When it finally came my turn to get MY food ordered...a good FIVE MINUTES LATER, I gave the sandwhich builder one of those comradely winks expecting her to acknowledge my pain, but she just looked at me like I was nuts--which, of course, I was.
God let me get through all that before calling me up short, and quick. After I got my drink, I was a lot nicer to the cashier and managed not to cry over my sorry selfish SIN until I was mostly back to the car. Then He washed me out but good. I prayed for that lovely family. I wish I would have prayed for them in the line.