I was standing by the frozen foods section at one of the larger chain grocery stores. Our cart had filled up quickly with the things we needed and I was almost done. I hadn't been very organized lately, I didn't have a list or even a good plan. That's why I was there on one of the busiest shopping days. Me and about a thousand other shoppers.
So many things were going on around me. My husband had gone to the other side of the store with our eight year old son to pick up prescriptions. I was trying to figure out what was on sale, how I could prepare enough meals that week with the items in my cart and keeping a close watch on our almost four year (who likes to wander off). There was a couple standing next to me verbally checking off their list, others pushing full carts past, and children screaming throughout the store.
"This is crazy!" I thought. "We're all here, spending tons of money and we'll just have to turn around to do it again."
I reminded myself...
I was in the store spending money, too.
We have to eat and for a busy, somewhat scattered mom, it was where I was.
Yet, it is not where I want to be.
I don't want to be one of the crowd.
Doing what most people in our culture do.
How can I change?
Is it even possible to change?
Would one person changing even make a difference?
Then, I felt very insignificant, overwhelmed and close to having a panic attack. Right there with the frozen dinners on one side and the frozen meats on the other.
So, I did what I do best. I shoved all those thoughts to the back of my brain, grabbed the frozen french fries and my son and went to the produce section.
