Well if anyone wanted to read yesterdays post it's under 9/11/09. I looked at my lists of posts and noticed that scripture verse was saved on that date but that I had never written anything with the verse so I edited that day and forgot to change the date. Oh well. It's in archives for anyone interested entitled Ambition.
On Saturday, Nashville was pretty well shut down due to the icy road conditions. Allen and I ventured to open the bookstore around 10:30 or 11:00 and answered a few phone calls and waited on a handful of customers. Our first "sale" was an exchange which started our day -3.28 and we had to laugh at the irony of our "loss of business day." A man came for a Baptismal candle he needed for Sunday so he was glad to see that we braved the storm to be open for a few hours. But the real reason God sent us to open for those few hours came in a little after noon. A young mom and dad and two young boys, maybe 4 and 6, came in and walked straight up to the counter. The young father said, "Let me ask you. We have a son in intensive care and I heard a story about a little boy being critical and getting well and telling his parents that he was going to miss the little boy who brought him back. What saint would that be? Would that be St. Christopher?" This brought about story after story of different saints who his story could have been about and different saints who protect and defend and about archangels and miracles. The couple never moved from the front counter as Allen and I went up and down the stairs for inexpensive medals and coins and holy cards. I was so glad that I had spent hours and hours researching and writing the mini bio cards of saints so that I could not just show this couple the cards but tell them a little about the saints and angels. The two young brothers stood there good as gold waiting for us to give their daddy something to make their brother come back home. They left with a little bag of a few medals and cards but what they really held was a little hope. We were just meant to be there that day if only for a few hours. This young couple and their boys just needed to be in the quiet atmosphere of the store and amid God's peace. Allen and I had nothing to do with helping these people or their seriously injured nine year old son in intensive care. All we did was show up and for that moment, it was enough. May God hold them in the palm of His hand.