3rd place winner of the Streetlight 2017 Poetry Contest
Witness
It seemed an unlikely spot for a prophet, the annual library book sale
in a dim warehouse on a summer day, but there she was,
rocking side to side, the skirt of her lavender shirtwaist brushing pale shins
above white socks and sneakers. Her fingers toyed anxiously
with the clasp of her patent purse.“God came to me when I was at the Dollar General,” she said to no one in particular.
“He told me to come down here to the book sale, He did.” Well I had grave doubts
about whether God troubled Himself with her reading list, but I’d been wrestling
that very question all day. Just this morning, after prayer for a sick friend,
I trailed into a downward spiral of whether He cares about my friend,
my dog, my garden — or now, her books.She sure thought so. God came to the Dollar General,
whispered in her ear, and she obeyed. A pilgrim in certain faith,
she set off to wander in a wilderness of fiction, cookbooks
and bargain biographies, thence to emerge laden with literature,
wholly unencumbered by the weight of mysteries.



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Is this a true story? My friend had a similar experience. We also live in Virginia and go to Dollar General often. If this was you,do you think it could be the same location: https://www.shopclearly.com/dollar-general-1de1-lynchburg-va-24502/
If so, I’d love to chat with you and share our stories.