“My soul waits for the Lord more than the watchman for the morning.” Psalm 130:6
She sat there looking out over a computer keyboard, beyond the trinkets laying on the counter, through the stuffed animals and the myriad of things no one needs. She looked to be beyond weary, past exhaustion. It looked to be some sort of post-Thanksgiving pre-Christmas state of torpidity.
She was down for the count! If I hadn’t thought I would get arrested I would have offered to give her a hug.
T’was the Sunday after Thanksgiving and downtown was buzzing. The shoppers and walkers and homeless were out in force. I like going downtown. Maybe it’s a throwback to a time when I was younger and the idea of going “Downtown” suggested brighter lights, loneliness dispelled. Find a place that “never closes” and who knows who you will meet there!
But … somebody has to keep places like that open, and this clerk looked like she had been up since last Christmas. It may well be she is working two jobs trying to make ends meet. Maybe she is hoping this is the Christmas that sees her life take a new twist.
Be gentle with the folks you meet today … especially those who serve you.
Be gentle … especially with those who wait.
A blessed Tuesday.