God makes everything beautiful in its time.
What I saw:
It’s my day off in 1994 and I have decided to play tourist in Old Town, Ft. Collins because normally I work there all day in a little high-end ladies’ boutique (That’s just a fancy way of saying a store for rich people). I have just finished visiting one of my favorite antique stores. I carefully pull from my pink plastic bag one of the antique handkerchiefs I have just purchased. It is the prettiest of the three, dainty with blue flowers and almost see-through; the kind of fabric I would imagine summer days to be fashioned from.
I am dreamily walking and admiring my purchase when I pass a homeless woman who I haven’t seen before. Not two steps after passing her, I hear God’s voice speak into my ear,
Give her your handkerchief.
I stop dead in my tracks and argue, “What does she need a…
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