Confused and Looking for Something Important In the Wrong Place

This was not a dream, but rather, a true event.

Yesterday, 01/23/07, I was at the mall with my grandson. As we were leaving, I noticed a very stately mature woman. She was well dressed, definitely refined and probably of some means. She was walking around in a total daze—like she was lost. I was drawn to her. I went up to her and asked her if I could help. She said she was looking for an exit, and sadly, I didn’t know the mall well enough to be of much help. Suddenly, I noticed a security guard and told her he would definitely be able to help her. I turned and left. Still, I felt impressed to turn and make sure she was okay. It appeared as if she had walked right passed the guard and was still wandering around trying to find her way out of the mall. I again approached her and she said she was pretty sure she had found the exit, but she looked so confused and sad—I offered to walk with her and make sure that she made it to the door. Then, I just couldn’t stop there—I had to make sure she made it to her car. She confided in me that she had lost her husband just that past week and circumstances had somehow led her to the mall while she waited for her “pampered” poodle to be groomed. We hugged and prayed with each other and she seemed comforted and went on her way.

About 5 minutes later, I promise you, I ran into yet another lost older woman. This woman seemed to be of lesser means, a bit unkempt, but clean--presentable. This woman was wandering the in parking lot—going row to row. I knew she was lost and had no idea where her car was. I stopped and asked her what type of car she owned and she told me a white Cutlass with a marker of some sort on the back antenna—not a very good marker I must say! I drove my car, with my grandson in the rear seat and looked that area of the mall up and down—no white Cutlass with a marker on the back! In the meantime, mall security was also trying to help her. I started to leave, but noticed that the woman was still there and no security guard in sight. So, I drove my car back up to the woman and asked her if she was sure this was the right place she parked her car. She just brightened and suddenly remembered she had parked near Barnes and Noble—which, of course, was on the exact opposite side of the mall. Naturally, I offered to take her to her car. Amazingly, without any hesitation whatsoever, she got into my car and I drove her to the exact location of her car. I tried to comfort her by saying that this happened to me sometimes, too. I told her I had learned through experience to always try and park my car pretty close to the same location each and every time I came to the mall—just to make sure I would at least know the general proximity of where I parked it! She seemed very light hearted and went on her way.

Is God trying to tell me something??????