“Sometimes good things come from unexpected places. I’d say that sounds more like…” She pauses, trying to find a way to word her thoughts. “Oh, well, I wouldn’t say that’s from the devil at all. In this scenario, let’s say the blessing came from a very bad person. “Well, are you sure the devil sent the blessing? Some blessings come in disguise.” Would that still count? Would I be ethically compelled to forfeit said blessing?”įrowning, Grace sits backs, sips her drink, and mulls it over. “Hypothetically, say the devil sent me a blessing.
Have I? If I didn’t have to explain, I would probably count my bookstore gift card a random blessing that I appreciate, but the deliverer poses a moral dilemma and I don’t want to lie. I wonder what else the month has in store for me.”īeaming up at me, she puts down her phone. Mama giving me Scout, coffee dates with my best friend.
It’s a thing Grace does-she takes a quick two seconds out of every day and records it, then at the end of the month, she reviews them and tells everyone in her youth group about all the blessings she has experienced.Īs she reviews today’s clip, she shakes her head and tells me, “I’ve already experienced so many blessings this month. She shows me more pictures of her new puppy, shares snippets of Bible study at me, and takes a two second video of us drinking iced coffee and flashing peace signs. I meet Grace for iced coffee after I pick up my check. I don’t like him any more for leaving the gift card behind I just figured since he did, I might as well put it to good use. On one hand, it could probably be looked at as selling myself out for $50 worth of books. I did briefly consider the moral ramifications of using a gift card Carter Mahoney bought for me. It’s satisfying when my manager rings up my selections and instead of paying with a portion of my hard-earned income, it’s as easy as swiping a gift card. This week, I get books from the very top of my to-read list, and when I hit the clearance section just to make sure I’m not missing anything, I have the extra funds to pick up a book for my younger brother. Instead of hoping against hope there’ll be something I’ll want to read in the clearance section, I browse the full-price aisles.
Payday is the best day, but it’s even sweeter this week. It takes a few seconds before I take his meaning. I frown at the door, then hesitantly pick up the gift card.
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