You know,
thrown into a tizzy,
a fit of rage,
a bad mood.
But in one weekend,
two visits to different grocery stores exposed just how easily I can trade
my peace,
my mood,
my sanity.
And for very little.
or a social injustice.
Nope.
I just got stuck behind a bunch of people in line for a wine tasting at Whole Foods when I was trying to get some soup for my sick Ellie.
I wanted a quick in and out.
all pushing empty carts which took up the entire width of
every aisle I attempted to walk down.
Fru.Strating.
every aisle I attempted to walk down.
Fru.Strating.
I didn't even say sorry or oops.
I just sighed loudly and
kinda shoved myself off of her.
kinda shoved myself off of her.
But that wasn't my worst moment of the weekend.
(She said in a very shameful whisper with her head on the table.)
Let's just pick out a few important points:
•I had just been to church where I got to help a friend teach Sunday school to a group of lovely well-behaved children. We watched a video about Jesus in the garden in Gethsemane and,
much to my delight, John Boy Walton was the voice of Mark.
I LOVED The Waltons.
•I was getting doughnuts for my daughter's BIBLE STUDY.
It was cheek-slapping cold and my new black wedge boots were really hurting my feet.
Just sayin'…
The doughnuts were pretty picked over but I started the business of loading up a box with what I could find in the case.
I felt the presence of someone THISCLOSE to me.
I glanced over to see a red headed version of a Duck Dynasty employee, complete with camo attire.
You most certainly don't see that in our neck of the woods like, EVER.
He kept moving in closer clearly trying to get to the same exact doughnuts that I was currently holding and planning to hold.
Like the Hoosier basketball player that I was raised to be,
I boxed out.
In other words,
I squatted a teence,
stuck out my behind,
and blocked my possessions like the championship depended on it.
It was just like this except with a large purse over my shoulder and wearing painful black wedge boots. |
"Red"neck mister didn't enjoy this one bit.
I turned enough that my big Mary Poppinsesque purse
tipped the box of doughnuts off the counter.
All but two landed on the floor.
but I held my post like it was my JOB.
while I kept loading up doughnuts and boxing out mister red beard.
"These doughnuts are for Jesus!"
It wasn't funny at the time
because I was shaking with rage.
Over doughnuts.
My red head bearded nemesis finally grumbled loudly and stomped off.
Although I wanted to celebrate my victory,
I was too busy trembling with ridiculous.
Monte was looking at me like,
"Really?? THAT guy?!"
Humbled.
In a grocery store.
So I am not going to claim that I am not easily thrown anymore.
I read this morning in Romans 7:14-16 . I love how The Message phrases it:
14-16 I can anticipate the response that is coming: “I know that all God’s commands are spiritual, but I’m not. Isn’t this also your experience?” Yes. I’m full of myself—after all, I’ve spent a long time in sin’s prison. What I don’t understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise. So if I can’t be trusted to figure out what is best for myself and then do it, it becomes obvious that God’s command is necessary.
Oh my, is God's command necessary.
Very,
VERY
necessary.
Because grocery stores bring out my ugly.
And doughnuts make me downright violent.
Oh girl, I am laughing picturing this all but also because we have all been there in some way or another. Thankful for that grace and unmerited favor, a chance to start all over again tomorrow - and at the grocery store : )
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, just want to say how thankful I have been for your blog friendship and kind and encouraging comments this past year. You are a blessing Karmen!
I feel the same way, Mindy! You bless me with your writing and your encouraging comments. I feel I have known you forever. Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteI understand going to Whole Foods. I have even enjoyed their wine and beer tasting and their on-site restaurants and the drink offerings with them. Whole Foods (and Trader Joe's) is (are) my favorite grocery stores.
ReplyDeleteI also find it irritating when I just can not get through an aisle. Fortunately, I'm quick, thin and limber, so it works that I can just usually get through-- Especially if I know the store well.
So, one day, you are in Whole Foods buying all-natural, possibly organic soup for your daughter. The next day, you are buying junk "food" for her.
Nothing like a little humble pie to go with your doughnuts.
ReplyDeleteI think we've all been there--different narrative, same theme.
You boxed out! Hilarious! I roared! My husband does all the grocery shopping because it totally brings out my crazy! Thanks for linking up! Great to see your blog!
ReplyDeleteConstance,
ReplyDeleteThat would've made a great post title: "Nothing Like a Little Humble Pie to Go With Your Doughnuts."
Thanks for reading!
Kerry!
ReplyDeleteGood Midwestern girl that you are, OF COURSE, you appreciated the boxing out comment! ;)
I love your blog--so glad you stopped by here!
"These donuts are for JESUS." I can see myself saying that. Very funny! :)
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteThanks! I just read your blog post about your son's version of a Christmas song. My goodness, that was laugh out loud stuff! I can't wait to read it to my family!
Oh, yes. I know just how you feel! Thank you for your honesty in sharing your humbling experience. Live and learn, right? :)
ReplyDeleteRichella,
ReplyDeleteLet's HOPE I learn. I need to pray more before I walk into the grocery store. Or the mall. :)
Thanks for your comment!