My Enchanted Musings

A while back I shared with all of you how I wanted and needed to start listening to the Spirit more in my life. I've really tried to be better at this. I just wanted to share something that happened this week because of it. I was at Winco bagging my groceries. I noticed that the older gentleman right behind me was moving back and forth very visibly. I wondered if he had Parkinson's. I was close to finishing up my bagging when he started bagging his groceries. He was having a very difficult time getting the items in the bag. He was shaking so much that he just couldn't get his hand to get it in the bag. I wanted to help him but my immediate thought was "no, what if I offend him by asking". That is a real concern. I mean, maybe he wants to be independent. Right? So I start to push my cart toward the exit. I go a few feet and turn it around. "What am I doing? He doesn't want my help." So I turn back towards the exit and go a few more feet and then turn around again. I decide I'll just wander back that way and look like i'm looking for something beyond him. Like what? A fire extinguisher? That's about all that was back there. I realize that I look like a weirdo so I turn around again and head for the exit. By this time the checker in his lane had finished checking groceries for two other people and things were backed up but she couldn't send anything down his side because he was still no where near being done. That's when I just stopped. I realized that Heavenly Father knew if he wanted help or not and that I could ask and I would know what to do. So I said a prayer by the ATM machine and no, it wasn't so the machine would start spewing $100 bills incessantly all over the floor in my direction. I asked if I should help this man. I knew immediately that I should. I wish I could have captured the look of happiness on his face or the tear running down the face of the checker. It made me wonder how many other opportunities I've missed because I was afraid of offending someone. I'm so grateful for prayer. I'm grateful that we can know things through it. By the way, he did have Parkinsons. He shared that with me as we were walking out the exit together.