Today, a woman at the grocery store came up behind me while I was buying milk, and handed me a coupon. She said, "You need this more than I do, I'm an old woman!" She was only maybe 46 , with fair brown skin like parchment and short, neatly hairsprayed hair framed around gold earrings.
Touched by this small gesture, I thanked her, and you know what? I couldn't stop smiling, and I smiled at people in the store and they smiled back at me. Which made me smile more.
Waiting in line, I saw a tabloid about Dr. Phil apparently dumping his spouse, with the yellow block-letter exclamation, "Wife tells all! The lies! The screaming! The pain! The abuse! And more!" As if lies, screaming, pain and abuse are products to be marketed and sold.
And as I handed the cashier my coupon, I had a "real" moment, where everything is made abundantly clear, and the most insignificant things become all-important.
So, God lurks in Safeway. Who knew?