It was the Sunday before Thanksgiving. The grocery store was packed.
Usually I get my grocery shopping done before the crowds, but this year I had been sick, and so here my husband and I were, in the grocery store, in a big crowd. I just wanted to get my stuff, get out of the store, and go home.
My husband, the picker of the turkey, perused the birds in the freezer case and came back to the cart.
“I think I need to get our turkey at another store.” He said.
I looked at him. Was He crazy?
“But there are plenty of turkeys here. Why don’t we just get one now?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I just feel like I need to go to another store to get our turkey. I’ll take you home and you can put the groceries away while I go.”
I decided to humor him, since he wasn’t going to make me go into another busy grocery store. We left that grocery store with all the fixings for Thanksgiving, except the turkey.
My husband dropped me off at home and left for the other grocery store.
About an hour later he came in the front door with a turkey and a big smile on his face.
He had gone to the store and run into some friends of ours from church. They stopped to talk, and the conversation turned to the sermon from church that morning.
A man standing nearby heard them talking about church and stepped forward. “Can you guys pray for me?”
My husband said they listened to his story and prayed for him right there in the middle of the store.
Now when my husband has a feeling, I don’t humor him, I wait to see what’s going to happen.