The Bag In The Bush
Last Saturday while I went to my book signing in Leesburg, Dan took the kids to Calvary Assembly for an Easter Egg hunt and other events that were happening on the grounds. When I came home I heard all about the pony rides, the hanging donut my youngest kept trying to eat, and waiting in line for face painting. Dan relayed to me that he’d forgotten to bring the girls’ Easter baskets. I would have done the same thing. I guess at first he thought the girls wouldn’t be able to get eggs because they didn’t have any container to hold them in. So he tried to explain to them, “Guys I’m sorry, maybe another time.” The girls were disappointed and he felt bad. He told me that as he began walking back to the car, he happen to look in a bush, and someone had left a plastic grocery bag there. It was perfect to give to the youngest and let her hunt Easter eggs. Sure some may call it a coincidence, or maybe littering, but that bag allowed my youngest to get eggs. There was a need and it w...