I recognized her face and we made eye contact, but Polly’s expression seemed to have “closed door” written all over it. We chatted a bit about my groceries and I discovered she was also lactose intolerant. Polly opened up as we talked about what we can and cannot eat.
“You had better be careful about your bones!” I exclaimed when I learned how little dietary calcium she could eat.
“Don’t worry,” Polly replied, “I have a lot of doctors watching me.”
After presenting my credit card, I handed her a tract. Polly beamed as she accepted it.
“Oh, good! I can add this to my collection you’ve given me.”
“Do you have this one already?” I asked, a little taken aback.
I was relieved I had at least given a variety of tracts!
Normally, I pay attention to clerks I may see repeatedly so I don’t keep giving tracts to them. I have no idea what size Polly’s collection is! However, I know her face now and that she hasn’t thrown the tracts away, but seems to enjoy them.
I also know enough about her to pick up our conversation where we left off. I would like to ask her if we can meet for lunch and talk about how she can know the God who watches over her even more than her doctors do.