Also, Noel and I graduated out of our physical therapy this week (we went to the same therapist at different times). I had come to believe that our therapist, Casey, and her husband are believers so I asked her today. Yes! And that was a sweet moment.
Her grandfather and uncle are pastors in Williamsburg, where she grew up with one Baptist and one Presbyterian parent. Her sister was baptised as an infant but Casey as an adult, by one of her pastor relatives. Both pastor relatives did her wedding, together.
It is good that we are being challenged to try to consciously make a difference as we go about our daily activities.
Saturday I got two vaccinations at my local Walgreens. I talked to the pharmacist about the fast pace of her work and how people are, nonetheless, very rude and unappreciative right now of how hard pharmacies work for them.
I left thinking she might just think I was a nice person—might not realize that I asked questions about how she was doing because Jesus loves her.
Little did I know God was not going to leave it there.
My phone started lighting up before Sunday school on Sunday. Walgreens. A total of four calls and two messages which I eventually tried to return in the car while talking on my watch. That did not work out well.
When I finally got the pharmacist on Monday, she was frantic. They gave me a wrong injection, RSV instead of pneumonia, and had to write themselves up. She didn’t know what my reaction would be (after she explained it, I just said I would come back in a week or two for the pneumonia shot—no harm done). I think she believed I might sue them or something.
But, the one thing she had heard on the phone the day before was . . . this is our day of worship. You have not been able to reach me because I was at church. Yeaaa, she now knows I was okay with what happened because of faith, not because of some sort of extra sunny disposition. God is good!
Also, Noel and I graduated out of our physical therapy this week (we went to the same therapist at different times). I had come to believe that our therapist, Casey, and her husband are believers so I asked her today. Yes! And that was a sweet moment.
Her grandfather and uncle are pastors in Williamsburg, where she grew up with one Baptist and one Presbyterian parent. Her sister was baptised as an infant but Casey as an adult, by one of her pastor relatives. Both pastor relatives did her wedding, together.
So sweet to find God’s people in so many places!
It is good that we are being challenged to try to consciously make a difference as we go about our daily activities.
Saturday I got two vaccinations at my local Walgreens. I talked to the pharmacist about the fast pace of her work and how people are, nonetheless, very rude and unappreciative right now of how hard pharmacies work for them.
I left thinking she might just think I was a nice person—might not realize that I asked questions about how she was doing because Jesus loves her.
Little did I know God was not going to leave it there.
My phone started lighting up before Sunday school on Sunday. Walgreens. A total of four calls and two messages which I eventually tried to return in the car while talking on my watch. That did not work out well.
When I finally got the pharmacist on Monday, she was frantic. They gave me a wrong injection, RSV instead of pneumonia, and had to write themselves up. She didn’t know what my reaction would be (after she explained it, I just said I would come back in a week or two for the pneumonia shot—no harm done). I think she believed I might sue them or something.
But, the one thing she had heard on the phone the day before was . . . this is our day of worship. You have not been able to reach me because I was at church. Yeaaa, she now knows I was okay with what happened because of faith, not because of some sort of extra sunny disposition. God is good!