Watchful Eyes

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I am sorry that some of you have had random question marks in your blog email the last few mornings. I always receive the blog by email, too, and yesterday I also had the strange question marks. I asked our techie guy (that’s our son John) about it and he has tried to figure out what is happening. If it happens today or some other time, you can simply click on the blue word Blog above the day’s blog title. This will take you to the blog website. When I did this yesterday, there were no question marks at all on the blog site. I write the posts in one program and another program automatically sends it to you each morning. I am not doing anything differently from what I usually do, so it appears that something is happening during the transfer. I hope we can figure this out soon. So sorry for the trouble.

And now for today’s post:

After Ray and I ordered our not-so-fast food last Thursday night, we sat at a table with a number and waited — and waited. Finally, Ray went to the counter to wait.

The In-Out Burger in Pasadena, California. The Jon B. Lovelace Collection of California Photographs in Carol M. Highsmith's America Project, Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division.
Maybe we could have had a quicker experience at the In-N-Out Burger in Pasadena, California. Photo Courtesy: The Jon B. Lovelace Collection of California Photographs in Carol M. Highsmith’s America Project, Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division.

A woman sitting at a table near us asked me if that was my husband waiting. When I answered affirmatively, she told me that he would have to yell at them. She said she had lived there twenty years and it had always been that way.

I knew that neither of us were going to yell at them, but I did leave Mother at the table and go to the counter to join him. Seeing the lady who had been ahead of us in line standing to the left of us, I said to her, “You’ve been a waiting a while, too, haven’t you?”

Just then another lady whom I had not seen spoke to me from my right. “That’s my daughter. She’s only been here two days. I came to check on her.” She spoke of the young lady behind the counter who had taken our order.

Boy, did I feel sheepish. I told her that I was not blaming her daughter and that I liked a mama who checked on her daughter and that many people would be better off if more mamas checked on their children. She told me that her daughter’s twin was also working there and she pointed her out to me in the kitchen. When I asked how long the twin had been there, she replied, “Two weeks.”

We got our food soon after this conversation. As we were leaving, I saw the mama sitting at a table near the door. She wasn’t eating. She simply sat facing the order counter, watching pleasantly.

We smiled at one another as I left, and she said, “Y’all have a blessed night.”

Don’t be shy about checking on your children. When we are watchful mamas, we are simply following the example of our watchful Father.

The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous
And His ears are open to their cry.
Psalm 34:1 

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