My friend Mary is going to do this with me, because we always have more fun when she and I do things together. This morning I worked on some of my kitchen cupboards and by the end of the morning I had a big box ready to go to the thrift store. Oh, it felt sooo good, to have my cupboards easier to get into and even some empty spaces!
I got to the thrift store and there was a nice young man ready to help me unload the big box, plus a couple of old lawn chairs and a stray golf bag that I picked up from the garage along the way. I was feeling all pleased with myself when I spotted the cutest little toy glider horse. I couldn't believe, upon closer inspection, that someone would dump it at the ARC store! It was not only cute, but obviously very old. I forced myself away from the horse, got in the car and drove away.
But I couldn't get it out of my mind. And then a picture of it jumped into my mind, in the empty nook above our staircase that I've been leaving empty, waiting for just the right thing. I quick whipped a u-turn and headed back to the store, sure that someone would see the gold and grab it before I got there.
Jubilation!, it was still there and I asked the nice guy who had helped me unload my stuff just minutes before, could someone give me a price on it? He called Pauline over. She was quite firm and would not price the item or let me buy as it needed to be "displayed on the floor first." I put on my sweetest voice and explained that I once bought a chair from the back dock, so couldn't. . . . Pauline stood firm. I harumphed and said, "I've only donated hundreds of items here, but I'll go to the front of the store.
So I did. And asked the cashier if it would be possible to see an item in the back. She said, "I'll call Pauline." Dang!
Eventually, the horse came out, and Pauline gave me her price. I gulped. I was hoping she didn't know what she had, but she did. I conferred with the nice man in the back and we both agreed it was well worth it, after all, it's an antique!
So I paid the eighty-nine dollars and rode off
Then I called Mary. "You'll never guess what I did. It's only Day 2 of Lent and I've sinned. I'm gonna burn." (If you have a Catholic upbringing, you'll know what that means.)
Mary said, "From now on, we're getting you a designated driver to go to the Thrift Store." Then, she jumped in her car to come over and see the horse.
And while she was on her way over, I went online to see exactly what I had purchased. AND . . . I kid you not, it is worth ten times what I paid for it.
Mary said, "It's God's reward to you for doing the 40 bags!"
We jumped up and down with excitement, and I said, "I can't wait to see what He gives me tomorrow!!"