Today I’m going to tell you a story I’ve never told anyone. Except my mom. It’s one of those stories that you just don’t advertise. But for some reason it’s really been on my mind, a memory that just can’t seem to stay in the vault.
Many, many months ago when we were waiting for Lola to come home I had to take a trip to Wal-Mart. Please notice that I said “had to.” I really do not enjoy Wal-Mart. Calvin and have watched countless documentaries about the evils of Wal-Mart and I swore to stop shopping there. But like all hypocrites, if something cannot be found elsewhere or prescription glasses are cheaper there than anywhere else, I’ll march myself right in and give them my business.
On this day I quickly grabbed my items, waited an obscenely long time to check out and headed out to my car. I had Liam with me so we stopped at the cart return station in the parking lot. As I pulled Liam out of the seat and pushed my cart into the return I noticed something in another cart. It was a Wal-Mart bag. And there was something inside.
Are you getting nervous yet?
I looked around to see if anyone was currently loading theirs cars or preparing to leave but most were walking toward their cars with their carts. Hmmmm… what is in that bag? I was curious so I peeked inside. It was a gigantic roast with a $25 price tag. And it was still very cold. Someone had obviously left it recently. It was Summer and the meat would go bad if it sat there much longer. I looked around, and hollered, “anybody leave a roast in this cart?” I got some interesting stares at that point and a few shoulder shrugs. I lifted the hefty roast to see if anything was under it, there was a receipt! The groceries were paid for with cash, so no info to be found there either. The more I tried to find an owner for this roast, the more I realized they were evidently long gone.
Let me pause here and tell you we are not really roast eaters. We eat lots of chicken, roast is not generally on my grocery list. But times were tight, we were in the middle of a very fast paced and expensive international adoption and I couldn’t have bought that roast if I wanted to. So I kinda peeked one eye up to heaven and asked “God? Is this roast for us? I mean… this would feed my family for days. Are you giving me a roast? At Wal-Mart?”
One more pause. I DON”T BUY MEAT AT WAL-MART. Ever. Scary stuff.
As I had this weird dialogue with God, and argued about the source of the roast, I began to feel pretty peaceful about this roast and it’s apparent place with our family. And so… with a fair amount of confidence I looked around one more time, just in case the owner was coming back for his/her roast… held it up a little trying to meet anyone’s gaze, putting that gigantic roast on display… no takers. The sun was giving some urgency to the situation as well. So after about a minute I came to the understanding that the roast was mine. Like a strange meaty Wal-mart cart manna this roast was going to fill some bellies.
I put it in the car, brought it home, dressed it up and we feasted that night and for 3 days after. (I also found out how much my kids like red meat… “this is the best dinner ever mom!”)
So that’s the story of the time I took a roast out of a cart in the Wal-Mart parking lot. And that’s one of many ways God has provided for our family. As we enter a new season of stay-at-home mom and living on less I’m confident that God will continue to provide in new and exciting ways. Although I’m not sure anything can trump the Wal-Mart roast.
Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully. 1 Peter 5:7 (AMP)