The woman in front of me at the grocery store was taking forever. Her card kept declining. The line behind me grew. I was already running late.
Then I felt it—that familiar nudge.
"Pay for her groceries."
"Lord, I don't even know her," I argued internally. "And I'm in a hurry."
"Pay for her groceries."
I stepped forward. "Excuse me, ma'am. Can I cover that for you?"
She looked at me like I was crazy. "You don't have to do that."
"I know. But I think God told me to."
Her eyes filled with tears. "I've been praying all week. I didn't know how I was going to feed my kids. And now you..."
She couldn't finish. Neither could I.
It was $47. Barely anything to me. Everything to her.
As I walked to my car, I realized I had almost missed it. God had arranged a divine appointment in a checkout line, and I had been too busy to notice.
Now I pay attention to the nudges. Especially in ordinary moments. Because that's where God seems to show up most.
