I went to Grocery Outlet the other day.
Yes, I know, a very deep subject to start off with, but stick with me here.
Okay, so I went to Grocery Outlet. What we got doesn’t matter (I think some random food and stuff), but something happened I regret now.
We got to the check-out counter and our cashier’s name was Sarah. She was cheerful, pretty and definitely gracious. *BEEP* *BEEP* She worked hard and the bags were filling, mom was shuffling in her purse, people were talking, my brothers were walking past me, and I had a battle going on within me. Her name is Sarah. Sarah.
Now, the name Sarah means “princess,” as many of you may know. But this girl didn’t look like she knew it. She had no pride, no confidence. Oh, she was friendly, she was doing her job, she held herself in perfect posture—but she didn’t have a joy. This reeked my heart. A princess should have joy.
My dilemma was whether to tell her this or not. She was right in front of me. She was looking down. She would listen if I were to talk to her, if only for a moment.
I should tell her! No, no, then you’d sound like a know-it-all. But she doesn’t know me from Eve! Who cares? You don’t wanna offend her. But it’s a compliment! She’s a princess! It’s true! And her hair is beautiful today. She’d reject that—if you say it, she’ll react as you do when your best friend tells you you’re pretty. She’d give excuses and turn it into an insult. But that’s not what I mean!
And so, I walked with my brothers. My mother handed me a plastic bag with green grapes in it and we strolled out to the parking lot. Nothing said, nothing done. No words in vain. But no words in meaning.
I should have told her her hair was pretty and that her name fits her. That’s all I could have said. And then I wouldn’t have wasted so many breaths of life just THINKING about it. This test I failed miserably. I have even been reading in John where Jesus is saying over and over, “My words are not my own, but are of the Father, who sent me.” I know those words would have been from my Father—I on my own would never have thought to say such things. But I failed, Father. I’m sorry.
But next time. Next time, I will not use my breaths, my words, in vain. I promise.