Yesterday morning, I was talking to the IT guy when I casually put my hand right into my cereal bowl—which was still full of milk.
Yesterday afternoon, the checkout person at the grocery story accused me of stealing because I put bags of items into my cart after scanning them but before paying for them. She probably thought the screaming toddler who wouldn’t sit still was a cover-up for a shoplifting scheme.
It’s amazing how the events of one day can cross the entire map of emotions, from hilarious to humiliating.
Devotional points:
Never assume you’re putting your hand onto your coffee mug without checking to make sure it’s not a cereal bowl.
Next time you see the mother of a toddler having a hard time at the grocery store, give her a kind word of encouragement or offer to pay for her groceries. Don’t just watch her in the produce aisle and laugh at her.
I was going to write “To the Discouraged” today, but ironically, I couldn’t think of much more to say than what the Little Blue Engine repeats all the way up the mountain:
“I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.”
But maybe, sometimes, that’s all those who are discouraged need to hear—with one small twist:
I think you can.