I was beat from a long, stressful day at work. My plan was to run inside Kroger, pick up a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread, go through the express check-out lane, and head home. Supper would be a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats cereal with two pieces of cinnamon toast. Then I could crash in the recliner, mindlessly watching crime shows for the rest of the evening.
I hope I don’t see anybody I know, I thought. I am too tired to talk.
I grabbed some honey wheat bread and walked to the back refrigerated wall. I opened the glass door and put my fingers through the handle of a milk jug. Just as I started to lift it, a sound boomed from somewhere behind the shelves of milk: “Moo-oo-oo!”
At first I was startled. Then I giggled. Somebody was enjoying his job way too much. I set the milk in my shopping cart and made my way to the front to pay. It was strange—my heart felt a bit lighter—my mind seemed almost at ease.
Are you stressed? Take a break and go grocery shopping.
“God, it’s time for a break!” (Psalm 69:13 MSG).