GOD WAS AT MACY’S
Macy’s is the closest store to my house and I need a pair of pantyhose for the funeral. I’m too tired to fight through the crowds AND the last thing I want to do is run into anyone I know; just want to be left alone today. Dressed in a sweatshirt, jeans, baseball hat and sunglasses, I will make this a fast in, and out; “invisible”, head down, no eye contact.
Finally, after a long wait in line, and the ability to recite color and style of shoes worn by those who had gone before me; one child needs his, or her, laces tied, I placed my article on the counter. Someone grabs my wrist and pulls me forward within inches of her face. I feel no alarm, or fear. The saleslady, keeping a tight grip says, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this but, ‘my son was just murdered’. He was so wonderful, I don’t understand; on his birthday…only 27…why?why? only 27”
I walked around her station and gently, holding her in my arms, said, “you ‘told’ me because my husband just died and God wants me to tell you, “your son is in God’s hands, and you are not alone.” I said, “if you call me every day, we can pray together and, with God’s help, get through this together. We lowered our head and prayed . I left that store, with my head held high; no purchases, but knowing that “Connie” and I had just been in the presence of the Almighty God, in the middle of a spring sale at Macy’s Department Store; June 8, 1999.