I didn’t expect to meet God between the frozen peas and the pancake mix. It started with a list—just a quick run for essentials. But as I turned the corner near the cereal aisle, I saw her: a woman with weary eyes and a cart full of uncertainty. Something nudged me—gentle, unmistakable. The Spirit whispered, “Slow down. See her.” So I did. I offered a smile. She returned it, surprised. We exchanged small talk about oatmeal brands and rising prices, but then she paused. “I jus
