February 20, 2005
I pulled into Starbucks today and someone pulled in in a blue Scion tC. I think it is cool car and relatively cheap. I decided to ask about the car.
It turns out that it was a middle age woman who owned the car and she was right behind me in line. I took my time fixing up my coffee, then asked her if that was her Scion. She seemed a little surprised by my question. Then she told me yes, "My husband died last July while we were in Las Vegas. I bought the car to try to make myself happy." Wow. Where do I go with that? I asked, "Did it work?" She replied, "No." "Didn't think so," was my reply. We chatted a little more about the car, and I told her how sorry I was about her tragedy, and wished that we were talking about the car under different circumstances. I told her to enjoy her fun little car and sent her a silent blessing, asking God to comfort her broken heart.
I guess she need to tell someone today, how much she loved her husband, and how much she missed him. That's what our conversation was about. Not the car. I'm glad I asked, and was there to listen for a short while.
Life isn't about us or our own entertainment. Every now and then the face of God shows up in the strangest places to remind us of that. Today God was a broken-hearted women, at a Starbucks in Mentor, Ohio.
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