I was in one of those big box stores looking for a can of stain in the paint section. I went to the counter to ask a question about the stains and the salesperson behind the counter listened to my question. They then reached behind the counter and produced the exact color and brand I was looking for and began to ring it up. Before the transaction was completed they called me by the wrong name and said something to the effect of “we have had this on hold waiting for your return.” I paid for the stain while summing this up in my mind, even though I knew it was not held for me, received my change and thanked them.
Guilt is a haunting thing when you think about it. It begins softly and then presses hard on our spirit. Anyway, I headed for the exit and realized that I had left my purchase at the checkout. I must have been preoccupied already with guilt.
My husband was waiting for me in the truck, which he seldom does. We always shop together. He had dropped me off at the door before finding a parking spot. I had assured him I would only be a few minutes as I only had one thing to purchase.
I was very aggravated with myself that I had walked away without my puchase and now had to face the clerk again, who thought I was someone else. What was I thinking? I should have paid more attention and I wouldn’t be walking this long distance through this store back to register I just left. I should be back in the truck by now. My husband is going to start wondering what is taking me so long.
I walked at a faster pace than usually with these thoughts and then it got worse. What if, when I return, the person I let the clerk think I was has returned for the stain.? Oh heavens I thought, and I picked up the pace.
It seemed a longer distance than the first time I walked it and my mind was traveling faster than my feet. Maybe when I get there I will go to the stain section and get another can and take it to the register and admit my guilt? But what if they are out of stock? Then what will I do?
By this time I had arrived back at the register, saw that my purchased stain was sitting there still and the clerk was with another customer, a man. When she saw me return, she smiled, handed it over and continued with her customer.
After what seemed a long time, I exited the store in search of our truck. My husband tries to park close on these few occasions so that he can pick me up and save me from walking. But I couldn’t see him anywhere. Now this is where the story gets weird!
The parking lot was much larger than I had remembered, vast in fact. I spent a long while scanning that parking lot and finally found our truck. It was parked facing away from the entrance. I knew the only hope of my husband rescuing me this time was not good. So off I headed toward the truck.
I then realized that there was a long wide area of bushes between where I was and where he had to park, an adjacent parking lot or something. As far as I could see in either direction was a barrier of bushes. I was getting tired so I decided to trek right through them.
I made it through the first layer of lush green foliage and find a large ditch that would have to be crossed to reach the next row of bushes before I could exit. What had I got myself into?
I hesitated to ponder just how I could get to the other side, and then I saw it! Coiled across the the way on the other side of the bank was the largest most beautiful snake I had ever seen. I was frozen, staring at his beautiful colors. I had never seen a red and black snake before, even in pictures. Why was he there and what am I to do, I thought.
It was then that I caught a glimpse of our truck through the bushes, on my side easing along. My husband was here to rescue me and I quickly made sure to make my way out, so as to be visible.
I told him about the snake. We parked and I took him back to see the beautiful red and black snake. Then……….. I woke from my dream!
I had an extremely tiring day yesterday and had crawled back into bed after my husband left for work, to get a bit more rest. I rarely remember dreams and even less often the vivid details. But this one caused me to think and question, that perhaps I should consider it. It certainly was unusual and then out loud I said,
“Huh, it started with a lie and ended with a snake”.
The story of Eve started with a lie and ended with a snake. Oh her lie too seemed small at first. It was just a little enhancing, exaggeration, when she added to God’s words, “neither shall ye touch it”. But that was not the truth.
If it is not the truth, then it is a lie.
I don’t think that I will take another nap today. I will just go to bed early if needed, with my husband by my side as my protector.
Ms Linda Darlene