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By Wilma Schlegel
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(It’s about time.)
I must say, I’ve been doing quite well. I’m more patient and understanding with people. I send good thoughts to people I know and when I feel myself slipping I ask God for help. It worked great while I did housework yesterday!
Today, I’m shopping at the ‘super center’.
“Excuse me” says a guy who apparently needed more than two feet to get past me in the aisle. No problem. I smile and move for him.
Someone else steps up to the place where I was looking for beef consomme (which I don’t have yet). Sure, I can wait for you, I think to myself. My foot begins an impatient tappity, tap tap tap.
I see it, the beef consomme. As I move toward it - are you kidding me?- ‘excuse me’ guy who went through before is coming back.
Hey, does anybody mind if I shop too? I have just about reached the end of my patience.
“Please help me Lord (with this fallen people).”
Finally, I’m done shopping and I’m in line at the register, fourth in line, but who’s counting? I’m so glad that three of their twenty registers are open, how accommodating.
No problem, I’ll read headlines from some of these intellectual magazines conveniently located right here.
Ah, here we go, “Latest News of the Long-expected Royal Baby” or “Beauty Secrets of the Royal Mommy-to-be.” Oh no, here’s news - “Mommy-to-be may have ingested too many grains of salt on day 170 of her pregnancy!!!” One more - “Mother Risks Her Life for Her Child”. How novel! Imagine a mother doing that.
Wait, is my sarcasm showing?
Oh, good, the line’s moving.
What kind of person reads that stuff?
Oh, wrong thoughts again - I shake my head.
Look at that guy at the front of the line. He’s buying an apartment sized freezer and a TV. Hmmm, ending a living arrangement or starting a new one?
Oh my, my thoughts are way out of control. This is bad even for me. “Please help me Lord.” I beg.
“Hey you, Jeff up there!” a woman behind me yells. “So you’re the one holding up this line!”
‘Starting-a-new-living-arrangement’ Jeff looks back and smiles. “Yep, I guess it is, but I gotta send him off to college right, don’t I?”
“That’s right, and good for you!” she returns.
Don’t I feel sheepish? They’re nice people.
Now I’m starting to put my groceries on the conveyor and I hear a sharp intake of breath and “Hah! Did she have the baby?”
It takes me a second to realize she’s reading those headlines that I just read and another second to remember there’s no one else in line but us. She’s talking to me!
Full of myself, my life isn’t hanging in the balance of what the royal family does, I answer, “It was bound to happen.”
Thinking that’ll stop her, I’m irritated to hear her ask, “She had a boy?!!!!!”
Could she have found someone less interested in the whole store? “I don’t know,” great emphasis on ‘I’.
(Nor do I care).
“Oh,” she shrinks back from me, the striking snake.
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Back in my car, I think and pray. There is safety while I’m here for all God’s people and everyone else too.
‘But, God, what if I told that woman that I was expecting, too? Would she have cared? Would she want to follow my pregnancy, hear how I’m doing? Would she throw me a shower? Would she? I’m not royal, I’m nobody important.’
“Is that what you think, my child?”
Silence while I ponder this.
“Was ‘Starting-a-new-living-arrangement’ Jeff in the royal family?”
probably not. (I think in a very small voice.)
“My child, work on this thought, you get what you expect”.
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headlines were fictitious.
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