I am in a new season of life it would seem. The one where I am called out on my assumptions and the conclusions I’ve jumped to. I am fascinated and intrigued by it, because the message to “chill” and “give things a second or third glance” continues to come from the strangest and most unusual of places.
This time it was a parking lot.
And a story.
Yesterday, my sweet friend Miss Carolyn shared about her trip to take some items to our local Hospice Thrift Shop. She was loaded down, and when she got there she was grateful to find a shopping cart that someone had left in the parking lot. She started unloading her car and putting things in the shopping cart when someone came up and asked if she needed help. He not only finished loading the cart, but also helped her get it all inside. A blessing for sure.
Huh. How many times have I pulled into a parking lot and seen a stray cart and had some seriously unkind thoughts about the person who made the decision to leave it there?
And here was just such a cart blessing my sweet friend.
Well there you go.
I thought about sharing that story last night, but I didn’t feel like it was quite time. That happens with the stories sometimes. They have to ripen, so to speak, so I was content to let it sit.
This evening Cooter and I were on the way home from meeting the Fella at our Princess’ swim practice. We made a quick stop at the Mart for broccoli and the new Star Wars movie. You know, the important things. (I’ll let you guess who was wanting which item.) It was starting to rain as we pulled into the parking lot. The closest spot was desirable, seeing as we did not have any rain gear with us. The only problem was that it was near the Garden Center entrance, and they don’t usually have carts available in that area. (And yes, it’s the Mart, I was going in for two things, but we all know how that goes in such a situation. I would definitely be needing a cart.)
As I pulled into the very first spot in front of the Garden Center, I saw a break in the clouds to the west on the horizon, and tiny bit of sunlight shone through despite the rain that was starting. And that was when I noticed my own little blessing. Two of them.
And I laughed. Remembering Miss Carolyn’s angel, I was glad that the angel had visited the Mart parking lot as well. That cart let us dash in the closest door and not have to go back to the front to get a cart.
I am thankful.
I don’t think I’ll ever look at and judge a stray cart again.
I guess that’s the point though, right?
Tonight I’m thankful for a world of beautiful people sharing stories that can enlighten us and help our eyes be open to so much more good that what is readily apparent at first glance. Thank you, Miss Carolyn, for letting me tell your story and for helping me to see Good and Light in a misplaced shopping cart.
Love to all.
1 thought on “The One About Shopping Carts and This Season I’m In”
Love that story… I have also seen wayward carts being a blessing to people who have mobility problems and lean on the carts for support.