Black Friday is by far the biggest shopping day of the year. Daily, ads came pouring into my mailbox alerting me of sales I must not let pass. One in particular caught my eye, that I had every intention of taking advantage of. Only it would have to be my deep, dark secret from the world.
© of JB Katke
A roll of quilt batting, normally costing $300.00 was discounted down to $99.00. A roll can make at least twenty-five quilts depending on their size. Ideal for the little quilt ministry I had.
Generally this store frustrates me enough to avoid shopping there, but I was willing to make this one exception. The doors opened at 8am and I was there early. Several other people were ahead of me. Time enough to strike up conversations.
Shopper #1 turning to the lady behind her. “What brings you here so early?”
Shopper #2: “I came to get that roll of quilt batting for only $99.00.”
Shopper #3: “I did too!”
Shopper #4: “So did I.”
On down the line it went.
Yet another piped up, “I’ve come all the way from Lawrence. I called the store to make sure they were stocked before I made the hour long drive to get here. They have twelve rolls.”
I counted down the line of shoppers. I was #15. This was not looking good. My heart began to sink. My hands began to sweat as the doors opened.
A mad rush whooshed inside. A display by the door held four rolls. They were scooped up instantly. Others charged down the aisle to the batting department to claim the rest. I was at the tail end of the crowd, and knew there was no hope for me.
A sales person called out, “Here are two more by the register.”
Shopper #14 and I grabbed them. Come to find out, there were only six rolls, not twelve. By 8:01am they were sold out.
My heart flew higher than a kite.
Who knew one could be euphoric without drugs?
But now my dilemma. I couldn’t tell anyone what God had done for me.
I don’t know the origin, but the saying, ‘A fool and his money are soon parted,’ stuck in my mind.
We were low on cash. In the eyes of others, this could look like a foolish expense.
Maybe the foolishness is worrying about what other people think.
My husband had no issue with my purchase, but the guilt was eating me alive. I could take it no longer and told to my missionary friend. Instead of criticism, she agreed that was a super deal.
Confession is good for the soul.
I realize the importaqnce of telling others what God does in your life and what he means to you. Letting people know what a positive difference he can make in their life isn’t a bad idea either. How else will they know his awesomeness?
2 thoughts on “Black Friday”
Sometimes we need to step back and realize the work God does to make our lives good each and every day. Intentional time for prayer and reflection seems to bring awareness of His presence and desire to be apart of our world. You did nothing wrong, you also did the right thing by reflecting upon your situation and concerning yourself with the situations of others. We can not live this life without concern for each other! To be a Christian is to live in community with each other.
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