Good One, God

I made $178.00 Monday night. That’s a great amount of money for a slow, easy shift. I was grateful.

Yesterday as I drove into work I prayed, “God, thank you so much for an awesome shift last night. If it pleases you, will you bless me even more tonight than you did yesterday?”

I was supposed to work on the patio last night but it’s been raining for four days straight here in Richmond. Another girl wasn’t feeling well so I offered to switch with her. 

Business was steady, and tips were decent. The last half hour I got to talk with a sweet couple named Casey and Aaron. She got a tiny Greek salad and couldn’t finish it, and when we joked about it she said she just got full so quickly these days. I asked what had changed, expecting with a small smile for her to say she was preggers, but when she told me why her appetite sucked my eyes widened and my heart sank. She has been undergoing chemo for a brain tumor. We talked for about twenty minutes after that and I was happy to hear she knows people at work who take the same fruit and veggie capsules I do. I gave her some resources to look at and told her to go to one of her work friends if she thought they could help (I didn’t want to be a creepy sales person, just wanted her to feel well!).  I asked if she minded if I was praying for her and she said “Please!” Her prognosis is good, but she has a long list of things, such as Hashimoto’s (a thyroid disease) and is a prime candidate to develop Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis. Please pray for her.

Anyways, back to the money. I had forgotten my prayer until I started counting my tips at the end of the night. Would I make more than 178? I started laughing as I got to the end. 


Funny, God. Real funny.

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