Enriched Whole Wheat Life

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I'm cruising around the Sam's Club parking lot in the tan Sienna, trying to spot the bright yellow straps of Isaac's canvassing bag amidst the milling people and parked cars when my phone rings. 
The number is from Florida. Maybe it's one of my dad's family members, hoping to speak with him. 
I pick up the call, ready to explain that my dad gave me his phone for the summer, and a distinctly Indian female voice announces that I have won something of great value. (I don't remember what it is, because I have already started trying to figure out how to tactfully get out of the conversation) 
She asks for some personal information as I brake for a pedestrian, and I admit, "I'm sorry, but I'm really busy right now..."
"Ok, when would be a good time for me to call back?" Her tone is confident and assured, as if she can pressure me into making an appointment with her. 
I grimace a little, "Uhh-"
"Can I call you tonight?" 
No. I don't want I deal with you again. 
"Tonight, I'm going to be busy too." Isaac is nowhere to be found, and the parking lot is full of people that are preventing me from moving out of there very quickly.
"Ok, can I call you tomorrow morning?"
I smile in exasperation at her persistence. If only she could see what I'm doing right now, and what I'll be doing tonight, and tomorrow morning...
"Honestly, I'm going to be busy tomorrow morning too."
She pauses a moment, then tries once more, "Ok! Can I call you next tomorrow?"
I can't help but start laughing, and she laughs too. 
"Sorry...I'm going to be busy for a while." 
"Ok ma'am, thank you for your time. Have a nice day." 
You too, my friend. I feel worse for you having such an awful job, than I am bothered by you calling me. 
And so I leave Sam's, my life enriched by a telemarketer.

So many other things enrich my life.
From the guy I saw tumble off his motorcycle into his lawn, to the amazing-smelling hand soap in the     one gas station in Shepherdsville, so many things have made my life interesting this week.

The thrill of another driver returning my wave. 

The joy of doing a credit card transaction for a 9-book set for an ecstatic canvasser. 

The excitement of watching a low-hanging storm blow in; standing out under the dark sky, waiting for the rain to fall. 

The peace of praying with a heart-sick canvasser, knowing from personal experience that Jesus makes everything ok.

The thankfulness for having a fitted sheet that is made for an air mattress. (What a great invention!)

The happiness that comes from anticipating Sabbath. 

The quietness that comes after letting God still one of my internal storms. 
And much more. 

And I get to canvass next week! 

I shake my head in wonder, because only God could bring me to the place where I look forwards to 
canvassing. 

He's still working miracles, every day.  

 

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