My wife and I decided to enjoy Christmas Eve morning at Cracker Barrel with our two girls.
While waiting for our order to arrive, my wife looked at me and said, "God is telling me to pay for their meal". "Their" being a single father with his young daughter. He hadn't ordered much. My wife saw a single dad trying to enjoy Christmas Eve with his daughter.
I'm ashamed to admit, my first thought was "No". It will be embarrassing. I just wanted a nice breakfast with my family, now you want to pay someone else? What if he takes it the wrong way? We just spent our entire Christmas budget, now you want to spend more?
While I wallowed in selfish what-if thoughts, my wife kept looking at me.
Sensing my endless internal questioning, she simply looked at me and said "I'm not doing it unless you agree".
Several minutes later, I copped out. "It's whatever you want to do".
My wife called our server over, asked him to put their ticket on ours, and asked to remain anonymous.
Upon hearing the news that his meal was taken care of, the man instantly looked around the dining room, trying to spot who just paid for him. We had the benefit of being cloaked in the craziness that follows having a 6 and 1 year old.
He continued to look around. "I wish I knew who they were. I guess you're getting a big tip", he told the server.
After their meal, the dad continued looking around the room on his way out, hoping to catch whoever paid.
My wife had no hesitation wanting to give. She saw a need and an opportunity and instantly seized it. I stood back hemming and hawing. For those that know my wife, that is her heart. She sees a need and jumps on it.
Thank God for her example. Otherwise I'd still be scratching my stupid head pontificating whether I should open my hand to give.
