Books are my passion, and I work very hard to know what’s current (what book is the latest release by your favorite authors), as well as what would be a good read for your son, your daughter, your mother-in-law and your great-uncle. I love connecting readers with stories that are worth while. But this past week I’ve not only been helping you find the perfect read, you without knowing it, have been telling me stories. And those stories have taught me a something. Let me explain.
Christmas shopping is stressful. A ll those expectations of finding the PERFECT gift for each person on my list UNDER my budget price and in the right COLOR are enough to make me break into hives. The media isn’t helping either telling me that the world is in sorry shape and making me second guess every cent I spend on myself or someone else. Unfortunately I can’t change the economy, the expectations others have of me , or the number of parking spots in lot in front of the stores.
What I can change, and I’ve I know this because I’ve watched you do it, is how I handle all this shopping stress.
To the dear lady who let the gentleman with just the card to buy cut in front of her while she sorted her purchases and coupons, thank you! You saw that he was upset and running late and gave up your right to go first even though you were there five minutes before him.
To the gentleman who gave up your coupon to the woman in line before you because you were going to use it on a card that was four dollars and she needed to get a CD that was nearly twenty dollars, you are my hero. And her hero too.
To the mother who took her screaming, tantrum throwing child out of the store even though it meant that you couldn’t buy your basket of goodies for your class, you are amazing. You spared the whole store a painful melt down AND set boundaries with your child that will last a life time. If I had enough money I would have bought the things for you and carried them out to the car. I’ll be here when you come back, and you’d better believe I’ll give you a standing ovation and also help you find what you need.
To the woman whose friend used and the LOST her cell phone in the store, your grace and kindness to her and refusal to become flustered or critical, made grin. You were so like Jesus to her, I wanted to clap. I didn’t, but I wanted to.
And to the grandfather who spent over an hour with your granddaughter looking at Bibles enduring the squeals, indecision, and the ‘I want the pink one’ to help her pick out the Bible she loves even though it was over your budget by ten dollars; you sir showed me how to buy a piece of eternity.
All of you have reminded me that it isn’t about finding the perfect gift for the ones that I love, but about being like the Perfect Gift the Lord has given to me.
So, from behind the counter, thank you for the lesson, even though you didn’t know you were teaching one.