I stopped by JC Penny’s to do a little shopping before I headed home after my workout. I saw a jacket that I wanted for my son. He’s 15 so picking out clothing for him is not the easiest thing to do. I have had to return quite a few items in the past, simply because they weren’t his style. I waited in line to ask the cashier if I could place the items on hold until I picked up my son from school and brought him by to take a look at the clothing. As I was about to give the cashier my name, a lady raced forward, a bit frantic, and said, “Did anyone turn in a purse? I can’t find my purse. It was right over there!” Right away I wanted to leave my things and assist her. “Wait a minute!” the cashier said to me. “I just need your name.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied, “but I just want to help her. I know what it’s like to lose a purse.” I quickly gave her my name and proceeded to help another salesperson look for the lady’s purse. I wanted an honest person looking for her purse.
Who do you want to pray for you? Someone who can feel your pain to the point that he/she will drop what he/she is doing and join you in your pursuit? What kind of God do you want to serve? Someone who will leave His home, come down to yours because he knows your pain (even the pain that you may never admit you have) identify with you, and then meet your need?
Father, thank you so much! You understand our pain! You not only commiserate with us in our distress, but you feel it too. This woman lost her purse, but we had lost so much more! You came so that you could restore to us all that we had lost. Thank you for caring about us sooooooo much!
I didn’t do much really, looked in a few aisles, under a few clothing displays before I heard the salesperson say that the purse was found and turned into customer service. I bade the lady blessings and was on my way. But we have a God who stayed, just so we would never be frantic again.
Awesome amen to that ….