Late Father's Day eve -- a Saturday, of course -- Chas and I headed out to Safeway to see what we could find for our father who works so tirelessly for our family and deserves way more than our life allows him. He had mentioned previously that he would love to have a lemon cream pie for Father's Day, but ugh -- I can't cook pies well at all. I've had disastrous results in the past.
But what were the chances that Safeway would be selling a lemon cream pie? I have never seen one there before and it was close to 11 pm on a day when everyone had surely gone to the grocery store for the same reason I had. I was feeling stressed over wanting to just have this one thing he had requested, but knowing I didn't have the energy to make it myself at midnight.
Chas and I bee-lined straight for the bakery and to the refrigerator where they keep the pies and cakes. Sitting all alone in this big fridge was one -- yes, one -- single lemon cream pie. There was literally nothing else in the entire refrigerator. I cried and cried. Chas thought I'd gone crazy (which might be partially true!) so I told him the back story. We both agreed that God had shown us a tender mercy.
Even lemon cream pie isn't too trivial for God.
Chas and I saw God today.
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