A man with a cane and a prompting from God.

Kairos Moments.  When heaven and earth collide.  When the Holy Spirit whispers deep into your heart and soul.  When courage and faith become paramount.  And never when we expect it.I was shopping in King Soopers this week with baby Norman.  As I was nearing the yogurt, I caught a glimpse of a man perusing the foods in the discount area.  Something about him drew me in.  Maybe it was the cane (because for crying out loud, I was a PT for 12 years and me and the elderly and their assistive devices go way back!).  Maybe it was his unsettled gait.  And I thought:  I should buy his groceries today.  Followed by:  No WAY.  God, are you serious!?”I shoved the yogurts in my cart and headed down one more aisle for the last item on my list.  Then, as I headed towards the check-out area, guess who was right in front of me:  It was him.The battle in my head continued.Me:  “No, no, NO.  This can’t be right.”God:  “Yes, offer to pay for his groceries.”Me:  “oh no, how could this be happening.  What if he’s offended?  What if I make a scene?”Me:  “Ok, I’ll do it.  This could be ugly.”So I follow him to the cashier and before I know it, I find myself tapping his shoulder and discreetly asking to pay for his groceries.  I think I caught him by surprise.  He told me it wasn’t necessary, they were for work.  And I walk back to my cart, my face red, and wonder why that didn’t quite pan out as I thought it would.  And I questioned God, “why did you ask me to do that?”The fellow smiled at me a couple of times.  Told me how nice it was of me to offer.  And then off he went with his groceries to his car.I checked out and pushed Norms and all my groceries across the parking lot to my car.  I think I felt frustrated.  I knew I was supposed to give him some cash.As luck would have it, he was parked a couple of spaces down from me.  And as he was getting into his car, I walked back over to him.  Told him I felt like I was supposed to give him some cash.  He told me that he would give it to the not-for-profit that he works for.  A ministry that helps men and women with traumatic brain injuries.  I gave him the money.  He gave me a hug.  And that was it.I started this post 6 months ago.  I haven’t seen this man again at the local grocery store.  But I think of the experience often.  As I sit here and think about it:  I feel like the experience was way more for me than for him.  I feel honored that God would ask me to do such a thing.  And I wish I obeyed every time that God asked these sorts of things of me.  Because it really does seem to be few and far between that I acknowledge that small voice and do what He is asking me to do.What about for you?  When is the last time you heard God ask you to do something for someone else?  How did it go?  Were you blessed?