We spoke pleasantries. I passed by at noon to drop a letter off. I passed by again to give the manager my rent check.  I passed by again to learn the mail had not yet come. It was almost 5pm. She mentioned she was also waiting. Had been waiting for her retirement check to arrive by mail.  My refrigerator was full. My purchases had been made this morning. Now it was beginning to rain. It was growing dark.  I thought about settling in to see a movie to try out my new audio system. The Holy Spirit wondered if this elderly lady had had anything to eat. Did she have any bottled water to drink? Any fruit? Any bread in the house.  Was she forced to go out tonight to shop for groceries.  "But, Lord," I protested, "what if she wastes them." That is not my concern, afterall.  I will never know.  I am not God.  But she will forever know that I care because God is.