“I am coming soon. Hold on to what you have, so that
no one will take your crown.”
“I made it easy for you,” I said as I plopped my greeting cards on the conveyor belt.
I was smiling. So was he. But when he tabulated the discounts I saw glaring error.
“No, it’s buy one get one free of equal or lesser value.”
“No, don’t you see where I subtracted the amount on the cards. It’s mix and
match. I subtracted 2.99 from the 4.99 card and etc.”
“No, that isn’t right. What if I had only bought these two cards at 4.99 each? That would be buy one get one free. All my cards are two of every kind.”
The clerk was trying to be nice but he was not pleased with me. His Math made no sense to me—a housewife. The lovely bag lady spoke up, “Should I get the manager?”
I prayed, “Oh, Lord help me with this!”
The next thing I knew, the manager was there. Again, I explained my first grade Math to him and finally the manager said, “Ring up each set of cards individually.”
He was lovely but every now and then the young clerk would shake his head ever so slightly. Of course he had to maintain his composure because his boss was only three feet away. His job was on the line if he blew it with me, one so prestigious. My flashy workout clothes must have been the giveaway. Obviously the manager sensed the magnitude of my importance. I am, after all, the daughter of the Most High God!
But when I finally left the store, it took thirty minutes to pick just the right cards, I wanted to hide. Was I wrong? Bob would know. He’s a smart accounting professor. My thoughts were reeling.
Oh, I probably got it wrong. They must have laughed when I left. But I’ve got to be right. It doesn’t add up.
The Holy Spirit began to share, “Daughter, do you see the work I’ve done in you? You stood your ground and maintained your dignity. You did not succumb to intimidation or condemnation. You carried yourself as a child of the King.”