Yesterday, I posted a blog I had written on Sunday about eavesdropping on a breakup at Starbucks.
As soon as I finished writing it and had scheduled it to post, Swoopy got up from the table next to me and left. A few minutes later, two women sat down in his place.
They were obviously both homeless and were taking advantage of the shade under the patio umbrella. Right away, they started talking about their situations, where they slept last night, and where they would go this afternoon. Then, one of them asked the other how she was doing with her recovery.
“It’s been four months I’ve been free of drugs and alcohol,” she answered. “And I’m doin’ great. I been offered, I been tempted, but I’m doin’ great, by the Grace of God.”
Then, they fell into a conversation about spirituality, temptation, the Devil vs. the Lord.
“You know, Babygirl,” one woman said to the other. “I met the Lord the other night. He came to me and met me in a dream. I was sleeping over there, and I dreamt that I woke up in the middle of the night with a crawling feeling on my arm. In my dream, I opened my eyes and saw that my whole arm was covered in gnats. They were crawling and buzzing, and I was so scared. I wanted to run, but I ain’t got nowhere to go. So I just started prayin’. I was prayin’ for safety and that God protect me. I said, ‘Bless you, Lord, Bless you Lord Jesus’ over and over. Then I closed my eyes real tight, and when I opened them again, all the gnats were gone. And when I woke up from that dream, I learned. It doesn’t matter what my situation is. If I continue to bless Him, He will make a way.”
Now, I don’t know what to think about this conversation, I don’t know who these women were or where they’re from. I don’t really even know the point I’m trying to make with this blog post. But it’s food for thought, nonetheless.