While it is our habit that Jeff takes the meat out for dinner, one Wednesday morning he forgot. Darn. That meant we just had to go out to eat. Darn. Out to eat.
If we must, right?
We decided on Texas Roadhouse. It's a hop, skip, and jump from the house - like 3 miles away. Because it was a Wednesday we figured there wouldn't be much of a wait, either. And there wasn't any wait. We had a table in the elevated section around the bar. In the lower section there was a military couple with three little kids. They kept catching my eye for no obvious reason (i.e. the kids were well-behaved, the parents spoke to each other and to the kids, quietly and politely it seemed, and they seemed to enjoy their family) and, yet, I knew this was a prompting of the Spirit.
It isn't uncommon these days to experience the leading of the Holy Spirit as my spirit is in tune, listening for those prompts of giving.
I knew I was hearing correctly when Jeff asked, "You want to?" And, I knew he'd been prompted as well. Because I knew exactly what he was asking without clarification. We got our server involved who got their server involved and we secretly paid for that family's meal. Here's the really cool part:
Our server was so excited by this act of giving she said we had made her day.
We didn't mean to do that. But, God did!