Ice Cream Lady

Today was one of those days where I felt like God was speaking to me in little ways... over and over again.

It started with the behind the wheel man... (which by the way- drove on the interstate today and didn't die/kill anyone... success :o) ) I'm not entirely sure how we got onto the subject... perhaps it was my tattoos, perhaps it was how I wound up in Knoxville- but faith came up- and two simple little questions that I couldn't answer kind of smacked me upside the head. 1) What have you been reading lately... yeah- about that, I was reading James.... awhile ago. 2) What did the pastor speak on at church this week... well this week I opted for bedside baptist due to the fact that I get out of work at 130 AM and never get to bed until 3 or later... yeah- excuses... so thank you behind the wheel man... yeah- I need to reprioritize yet again. Point made.

And then there was the ice cream lady. I am a bartender. The past few nights this lady has been in, she's really quiet, comes in late, and sits at my bar eating ice cream and drinking water. Anyone see what's wrong with this picture? Ice cream+ water= well I don't know what they equal but I'm pretty sure it's not bar. Anyhow, after seeing her after night I was a) kind of annoyed and b) taking to calling her "Ice Cream Lady." And then it hit me- Ice Cream Lady is a person (revolutionary right?!?) But really, she has a name, she has a story, and more importantly- she has a soul... and all of a sudden as I'm pouring the last few beers of the night and breaking down the bar my heart broke... I started seeing her in a different light- perhaps God just gave me his eyes for a second, but I started to realise how hurt she is and how desperately she needs someone to know her name- recognize her as having worth... She seems lonely and I know there've been things that have made her who she is... hopefully it's not to late to learn them. Smacked upside the head once again- Ice Cream Lady's name is Brandy...