What the Devil Meant for Evil

A woman purposely cut me off in traffic. Less than one minute later we end up at the same convenience store. She stares at me side-eyed while she stirs hot chocolate. I make sure to get in the line before her. She gets in line. I ask the cashier to ring up her stuff on my bill. When it is her time to pay I was getting in my truck. She ran out the store and over to my truck saying, “Thank you!” We struck up a conversation and found out we know some people in common over in Maryland. We ¬†laughed and talked about kids, clothes and husbands. We made a date to have coffee at the nearby coffee house next week. I feel blessed. What the devil meant for evil. . . God turned it! #EarlyChristmas!

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