Ode to the Supermarket and the man with the magazine!

So, there I was on isle seven, and all of the sudden I realized it...I had not brushed my teeth! Oh no, I thought to myself, as I began to hold my breath as people pushed by me. And, then, it happened once again. Oh no, I forgot to put deodorant on. How swiftly people were walking by me now. Do I smell that bad? Can they smell me at all? I know all of these things were just my vain imaginings, and no one really could tell that I was so unkempt. But, I knew.

As I was making my way around the supermarket, my mind ever fixed on hygiene, I noticed a man walking into the bathroom with a store copy of a magazine. One that he would probably put back, and one that you or I have probably picked up before. GROSS! I suddenly had a feeling overtaking me, EWWW! I kept replaying this picture in my mind. Flee, I told myself. Run away, far far away!!!

So, as I continued to pass over each isle, I realized something that brightened my grocery task! First, let me preface by sharing that I have been diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. This basically means that my hormones are out of whack. I am trying to regulate my hormones naturally, thus pruning every yummy food out of my diet. Let me break this down for all you high fructose corn syrup lovers (which I am one of)... I can't have any prepackaged or canned foods, which basically covers 80% of the store. Although, my new eating habits have been hard to grasp and a mountain to get over. I realized in that moment of passing isle after isle, goodness after sweet yummy goodness, that my life had gotten a little simpler. Yes, this is true. Other than the occasional snack grab, I am blessed to have to pass over isle after isle after isle!

My supermarket route usually starts in the dairy section, continues with the meat, and ends at the produce! No more getting lost in between! So here's to you, PCOS, oh how simple you make life!

Then, after about thirty minutes and much cell phone deliberation between my whole family about where a certain hot sauce was, we realized the certain type we were looking for was in Louisiana. Not in the supermarket isle 9 where I had been looking for the past half hour!

So, there I am. I find myself at the check out counter, finally. My mom recently sent me $100 gift card in the mail. It was neat to find out that my bill was $101.22 But, this meant that I needed to write a check for $1.22 I just handed the cashier the check and let them type its amount. So, the guy hands me back the check. I reach for it. He has a firm grip on it. So, I reach for it again. After a few minutes of playing this game, he said, "I am showing you how much the check is for." SO, then, I said, "Ok" And reached for it again. And, thus, once again, the game began. "What the heck is going on," I thought to myself. He then, so patiently explained, after he ripped the check out from my hands, "no, I am just showing you the amount." Not that he ever told me that he was keeping the check, but I realized once he snagged it from me and put it away, what he was trying to say.

My conclusion is this... Supermarketing is a task, one that reveals sin, and one that is in need of grace!! So, as you go on your way, know this my dear friends... "For He was pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities, the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. We all like sheep have gone astray. Each of us has turned to his own way, and The Lord has placed on Him the iniquity of us all."