It was pouring rain. We were sitting in the local yogurt shop when she saw him.... an elderly man loading his groceries in his trunk and getting soaked. She verbalized how she wanted to run out and help him. I said no. He was about 12 cars back in the parking lot. She sat staring. I just went on with my yogurt and chattered on with her sister. Finally she said, "He made it. He just pulled out." I had forgotten about him.
Then we went to the grocery store next door. I was bustling around the produce grabbing what was on my list and more. She pulled my buggy over so the elderly lady would have room to get through. She noticed, I didn't. And then she said, "I think God wants me to minister to old people. I love old people. I get them."
I should have let her go to him.... and help him load his groceries. I should have gone with her.