When Steve and I got to our daughter’s home in Oregon, I piled the grandkids in the car and went to Super Wal Mart to stock up for Christmas dinner and shop for their mom and dad. It was very busy on this Christmas eve eve, but the store was huge the crowd seemed minimal in any given section. Shopping with a 12 year old girl and 3 boys ages 13, 14 and 16 is an interesting adventure. They ran into school friends, debated over what color shirt to buy mom, pondered if dad would like the yellow Oregon Ducks hat, made a unanimous decision on Pepsi as the drink of choice and voted for me to make chocolate chip cookies.


(Here they are on Christmas morning waiting for the “all clear” sign to come downstairs. Big brother was still sleeping!)

As we got to the check out counter the lines weren’t too bad. Panicking that we had a very full cart and I didn’t bring any bags with me, I noticed the cashier putting groceries in plastic, not paper. Relief flooded me as I was glad Oregon had not adopted the “you bring your own bags or we will sell you ours” law. Just then I noticed a commotion at the register beside me. The patron did not have enough money on her prepaid card to pay for her necessities. I saw orange juice, diapers, fruit, baby food and cereal coming back out of the plastic bags. She just had the basics.

Observing her, I could see she was a  very slight young woman with blonde pink striped hair and a piercing in her lip. Her jeans were torn but they were meant to look that way. She wore a modest white tank top with a long sleeved open tee. Not exactly the clothing for the 35 degree weather outside. Sitting in the passenger seat of the cart was an adorable “Gerber” baby. The child looked to be about 13 months old, well fed and clean wearing sweat pants and a long sleeved shirt. Summoning the manager, the clerk asked the young lady what she wanted to put back. Swipping the card again she was very surprised there wasn’t more money on the card. She stated she was sure there was. The manager arrived and I asked him how much was left to pay on her bill. He told me, I paid it. I had the money in my hand already and just handed it to the cashier. The young lady looked at me and tears rolled down both cheeks. I asked her name, she said “Jamie”. Then looking at her baby she said, “Leo” and mouthed “thank you”. I  smiled and said, “you’re welcome, pay it forward.” She nodded yes and went her way. My grandkids stood there stunned. I honestly had not thought about them being there at that moment.

Loading our groceries on to the conveyor belt I prayed for Jamie and Leo and for my grandkids that this would leave an impression on their hearts. One of the boys asked me if I knew her. I told him I did not. He asked why I did that. I told him it was the right thing to do. My prayer is that those around us who witnessed that simple spontaneous gesture would be touched by it. Helping others should come naturally to us. Sadly it is not that way for many.


As we left, I found a very shiny penny on the floor right by the door. I knew God had me at this place at this time for so many reasons. When the Holy Spirit prompts you, go with it. Let Him lead the way. Receive the blessing. Trust God. Let 2017 be the year of trust and blessing ❤

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