Well … I’m pretty sure that I made the
Spring Break experience totally worthwhile for some young teenagers the other
day. It started when we had to go to
WalMart for some groceries. We have some
family coming in from out of town for a day or two. Gotta get just the right food, you know. Roast for the crock pot. Zakary cinnamon rolls (a family thing).
Snacks. Snacks. Snacks.
Hey, ten grandkids can eat a lot, and who wants healthy?
So, when we returned to the car and
unloaded our cart, I noticed some young whippersnappers in the car parked next
to us. I guess Mommy went shopping
without them. It is, after all, pretty
embarrassing to be seen anywhere in public with Mom when you are in junior
high/high school. I can’t be absolutely
certain, but I’m pretty sure when they saw us that they cranked up the music
they were listening to by several thousand decibels. I guess they thought they would freak out the
old-timers.
Not to be deterred, I oh-so slowly pushed
our now-empty cart to its designated spot in the cart collection lane, looking
the part of a decrepit old geezer. Then,
upon my return trip to our car, I broke out into a wild and crazy dance routine
from my early 70’s days. Did they see
it? Oh, yes. They saw it all right. I glanced over at them, flashed them a big
grin, and saluted smartly. They laughed
uproariously at the old coot rocking out.
I danced on around and calmly took my seat. Then as she slowly backed out of the parking
space, Chris smiled sweetly at them and waved.
They exploded once again in laughter.
Glad we could brighten your day, young padawans.
James 1:12 says, “Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood
the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised
to those who love him.”
Father, help those youngsters – and all the
other thundering hordes - have a fun and safe Spring Break. Amen.
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