Game night at the church is tomorrow. And we, apparently, needed one more game. So I was standing in line, holding Jenga in that orange cylinder that it comes in. The clerk was about 60 years old, a short woman who was friendly. After she handed me my receipt, I leaned in to ask her my question.
She broke out into a huge smile and just laughed. I think she thought I was joking. But when I said I wanted to pray for her on the spot, she glanced at the people coming along in the line after me, and he hesitated. But I didn't hesitate. I just bowed by head and prayed for her. And she listened.
"You have a good night," she said after I'd finished.
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