I started to lock the gate just as an old woman turned the corner at my plot.
“What have you got there?” she asked, pointing to the vegetables in the basket in my garden cart.
“Beans, chard, and a yellow summer squash,” I answered.
She reached into the basket, took a bean, and popped it in her mouth. “Delicious!”
“I love growing them. I have a mess of them at home.”
“Do you have any extra?” she inquired.
I was a bit taken aback by the question but was moved to give her my beans. I found a small plastic bag and put them in it for her.
Thank you!” Her blue eyes danced with delight. “I’ll eat them raw in a salad.”
She left and I finished locking the gate, curious as to what had just taken place. Why had I given away the fresh-picked beans I was excited to cook?
“You did it because you knew you’d have given them to Jesus if He had asked,” God answered my question for me.
I nodded. “Of course I would have.”
As I drove home I thought about how Jesus is in everything and everyone. I felt good, knowing a part of me had recognized Him in the old woman—Jesus in one of His many disguises!