That lady

Thank you, Sweet Jesus, for that lady

Whose face or car I can’t even describe.

That lady who wasn’t

checking her phone or

changing the station or

looking at the squirrel that made her baby squeal.

That lady who You made

perceptive and

attentive.

That lady whose eyes are clear and keen.

That lady who didn’t care more about

where she was going than

where she was right that very moment.

Thank you, Sweet Jesus, for that lady who

saw the pink flip flops behind the open car door and

paid extra attention.

Thank you, Sweet Jesus, for that lady who

Stopped.

Thank you, Sweet Jesus.

There aren’t enough thank you’s.

When there just aren’t enough thank you’s…Sweet Jesus, thank you anyway.    Click to Tweet.