I was working the register at Walmart when a young woman approached my line. I started ringing up her items, but when it came time to pay, her energy shifted. She looked through her purse, looked around nervously, and then paused. Something about her facial expression was different. It wasn’t embarrassment—it was helplessness.
At first, I wondered if she’d left her wallet in the car or at home. But my spirit told me she truly didn’t have it. And in that second, I knew what I needed to do. I reached into my pocket, handed her the money, and said quietly, “Here boo, get your baby some milk and keep the change.”
I’ve been that mama before. A single mother doing her best, even when times get tough. Her father was in her life, but there were still days when the numbers didn’t add up and the needs outweighed the means. But God always showed up. And that day, I got to be someone’s answered prayer.
What she may never know is that helping her helped me too reminding me of my own resilience and the compassion that still lives in this world. That baby deserved that milk. And that mama deserved that moment of peace. And I thank God I was there to give it.
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