The question that came to my mind was, “Do I know God?”
Do I know who He is?
Do I know how He would react in certain situations?
Do I know how He would treat His friends?
I continued to ponder this question until one rainy morning I received my answer.
It was a Monday morning and I realized I had almost no food in my house so I needed to go grocery shopping.
It took me a full hour to get out of the door, and when I finally did it was cold outside, my daughter was fussy, I was still in my pajamas, my hair wasn’t done, and I was incredibly close to being in tears.
But finally, I made it to the store, got everything on my list and got in line to check out. But when it came time to pay, I realized that my credit card was missing.
At this point I was crying and apologizing profusely, asking if they’d hold all my groceries while I wandered the store to find my card.
Luckily, I found my card on the floor in the last aisle I had been shopping in. So back I went to checkout and when I pulled my card out to pay, the cashier told me that the older gentleman behind me in line had paid for my groceries and added in a candy bar as well.
With tears in my eyes I made my way to my car, and across the lot I saw the man who had paid for my things. I yelled thank you and he smiled and replied back, “Just remember that you’re doing a great job!”
I got into my car and realized… I know God.
I know God because I know the stranger who paid for my groceries when I lost my card.
I know God because I know my neighbor who always shovels my walkway.
I know God because I know the woman who goes to third world countries to build a orphanages for children.
I know God because I know the boy who gives his lunch to someone he notices never has their own.
I know God because I know the girl who saved up for a year to buy her older brother a gift he’s been wishing for.
I know God because I know all of you, and I have witnessed your kindness, your love, your faith, your hope, and your righteousness.
Yes, I know God.