The other day when I ran to Tops (not my favorite grocery store) to get some eggs I had an embarrassing moment in the check out line when the cashier had to stop the line to call the dairy department and ask a question. I was holding up the line in a very busy store.
To make me feel even more embarrassed was the fact that I was holding up the line because they had to ask a question about the WIC check I was using, specifically, about a brand of soy milk. It was incredibly humbling to be standing in this line, cashier light flashing, holding onto my WIC check (that I would prefer to not have to rely on) with the customer service lead looking annoyed. I could feel my face start to get hot.
It turns out that Tops does not carry soy milk that is acceptable with WIC. And the rules are that you have to get everything on the check or nothing. So, I stood there apologizing for not being able to get the groceries. I fumbled with my wallet and packed up my receipt for the two things I was buying not covered by WIC and I pushed my little cart with my sleeping baby in it away. As I got to the door to walk out I realized that the entire reason I dragged Sully to the store was to get eggs and I did not have them. The tears streamed down my hot face as I looked at my sleeping baby, then back to the lines of people and finally to my near empty cart.
I don't know why I had panicked and forgotten the eggs. Oh, wait, yes I do. Because I was embarrassed. I felt like that girl. You know the one. The one with the baby that shouldn't have gotten pregnant if she can't afford to take care of him without assistance. The girl who clearly doesn't have her act together and is probably not married. The girl who still lives with her mom in an apartment who loves her baby but still loves to party and chase after guys. The girl who... fill in the blank.
Even though none of those things are true about me in that moment I felt them. In that moment I realized how I have thought those very things about other women who have stood in that position before. I am so sorry I ever thought those things. Sometimes, people just need a little help. Sometimes, people just need a little compassion whether what I typed before is true or not.
I went back in the line I had waited in and with tear stained cheeks I tried to smile at the cashier. I told her that I just needed to get the eggs I had to leave before. She rang me out and I mustered another smile. I walked to my car and the tears flowed.
As I unloaded the bag of eggs into my car and shut the door I turned back to the cart and my sleeping baby. My plan was to push the cart back to the cart coral and then carry sully's baby carrier, load him in, and drive home. As I went to push the cart around the median the baby carrier began to fall. I threw out my hand and grabbed it. It was all but a split second but it felt like life was moving in slow motion. Sully looked at me and smiled and let out a little baby giggle as if to say, "That was fun! Again!" I lost it. I wept. Right there in the Tops parking lot. I sobbed.
And as I cried out my thanks to God for allowing me to catch my precious little boy I saw my focus shift from insecurity to praise. From me to Jesus. From hurt to gratitude. I loaded Sully in the car and the ride home I praised God through my tears.
It's funny what it takes sometimes to bring us back to what matters most. It's funny how any other day yes, I would have been grateful that I didn't drop my baby, but after walking through those difficult moments in Tops not only was I grateful but I was refocused and humbled in the good way. Not in the, "every one's looking at me and judging me," sort of way. But the, "life isn't about me and God is bigger and loves me even though I don't deserve it kind of way."
God loves you, too. Choose today to lay your insecurity, your hurt and yourself before Him and let Him replace it with gratitude and praise. He's crazy about you!