The HEB on Morgan tends to be the quiet grocery store in Harlingen. I slip over to that one when I want anonymity. That didn’t work today.
I pushed my cart into the HEB foyer.
“Dr. Leibert!” A bear of a fellow stepped out from behind his business display and grabbed my hand.
A crowd of customers pushed their carts passed us.
I recognized a high school friend of my son’s and hugged him. We had a moment of small talk, then he shared the story of his dad’s recent amputation and troubled recovery. I asked the young man if we could pray for his dad.
Customers pushed their carts passed us.
He shared the story of his broken-heartedness after his wife’s ectopic pregnancy and their subsequent failed infertility work-up. He shared their hope that the Living God would soon grant them a pregnancy and a child.
We prayed, again.
A customer pushed his cart passed us…and
He put one hand on the young man’s shoulder and one on mine, bowed his head, and quietly joined our prayer. “Amen,” he said at the end of the prayer, and then he was gone.
So many walked around us. So many missed the pain of this young man. They missed his worries, his hopes, his dreams. One stopped. One shared. One loved. One lifted.
One who stopped, shared, loved and lifted.
“ Pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.” Ephesians 6:18