Before I go further, I must clarify that I did not hallucinate nor did I see a man of Hispanic origin whose name is spelled like our Lord when I went to the grocery store tonight. My wife sent me to the grocery store to pay someone for essential oils (and all the essential oil-using women coo😀). I didn’t realize that a group was having an oil party. I know two of these ladies well, and the host invited me to sit down with them because this grocery store also has a coffee shop inside. I sensed the Lord wanted me to stay, so I did.
God’s word to me for the night was how much more my wife and I need Christian community. Yes, we attend church services. Our current hectic lives leave little room for interaction outside that. I am personally craving the fellowship. Two of the ladies and their husbands have been friends of ours for a few years now. One lady gave me some confirmation I needed.
My automatic response is to avoid grocery stores. I despise them. I am, however, glad I stayed and experienced this divine appointment. For those of you who hate stores as much as I do, slow down enough because God may be telling you to linger so He may speak into your life.