Today I visited the
sweetest little thrift store in British Columbia. At least, I haven't seen a
quainter one. Tucked away in a tiny town along the Fraser river, it looked more
like a cottage inside than the large one-room stores I'm used to. The passage
twisted and opened to odd-shaped rooms filled with racks of clothing, cozy
curtains, and shelves of attractively arranged dishes, paintings, and trinkets.
I felt more like a robber in my grandmother's house than a thrift-store shopper
as I browsed the racks and pulled items from the shelves. I almost expected the
saleslady to appear behind me with a frown! But her smiles and cheerful chatter
only added to the homey atmosphere.
There wasn't really
anything special about the merchandise in that store. It did have a good
selection, but I've seen just as good elsewhere. And yet I came away, knowing
I'd be back someday, and knowing I'd recommend that store to any of my friends.
I know that of
myself, I don't have anything better to offer those around me than anyone else.
But when I have the fragrance of Jesus flowing through my soul--His tender
love, compassionate care, and warm love--the atmosphere around me will invite
others in.
I want to be such a person.
P.S. Life has been busy, and I haven't been able to
post much lately. I'm hoping to change that though. :)
