A Blessing at Cracker Barrel

I was blessed today. I am blessed every day, but sometimes, it strikes me more than other times. I met my friend Tina at Cracker Barrel to return her daughter Ashley, and to chat over lunch. I had Autumn, Collin, and Abigail with me.

We ordered our lunches, and talked as we ate. Autumn asked the waitress for some sour cream. The waitress told her that she would be right back and whisked our ticket away. I didn't think anything of it, as I assumed that she would probably charge us for the sour cream. She never brought the ticket back. At the end of our meal, the waitress informed us that our meals had been paid for by a gentleman who had been sitting near us. I hadn't noticed him, but Autumn had. (She said he had two cute boys that were slightly older than her.) We were awestruck. He had already left, so we had no way to thank him.

Was it because he heard our conversation about Christian matters? Was it because he felt sorry for two women out with children? (I don't think this was it, because Autumn said there were three children at the table with him. ) Was it because Collin removed his hat and asked for a blessing on our food? We'll never know. But we were blessed, and humbled that someone, even a stranger, took care of us.