Unexpected Rain

I set out on an adventure today.

I ventured into the city in search of vintage goodies.

I planned ahead and wore my boots.

I emptied my car and prayed God would fill it.

I brought a sturdy tote.

And a hot cup of tea in a thermal mug.

And cash in my pockets in anticipation of good things to come.

I patiently scoured racks and racks of cast-off clothing.

I hoped and dreamed and stepped out of my comfort zone.

I went in search of the lovely in the land of the unlovely.

It was lunchtime and the soup kitchen was open.

The thrift store next door was open too.

With dreams of pretty dresses filling my head,

I was unprepared for the woman suddenly at my car window.

She came out of nowhere.

She had no bottom teeth.

She got angry when I didn’t give her money.

I urged her to visit the soup kitchen.

She rolled her eyes and walked away muttering.

I watched her quickly approach the next car that entered the gated lot.

Then I sat in my car for several minutes afraid of another confrontation.

And felt ashamed and confused.

My city adventure suddenly lost its sparkle.

Just as the rain began to fall.

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What would you have done?

I often pray for “peace that nothing can offend.”

Perhaps I offend myself by my lack of confidence.

Whereas this altercation weighed heavy on my heart all day,

others wouldn’t give it another thought.

It’s certainly not a good idea to open your wallet

in a deserted parking lot and give a homeless person money.

Or is it?

Still thinking on this one.

Originally posted on Cottage and Creek.