“They have me running here and there,” she tells me. “First I was at the register, then they called me back to stock the aisles, but folks are coming in so I’m still needed at the register, and of course the delivery man just arrived. But now tell me, how are the kids? They must be excited about spring break coming up.” How like you, O God, this friendly clerk at CVS who hasn’t seen me in weeks but still she recognizes my face and still she remembers my children. How like you, O God, this woman who is busy and put-upon by others to be in three places at once around the store yet she is so present with me. How like you, O God, this casual embodiment of holiness smiling with generous joy as the day begins. “Alright, baby, see you next time,” and she hands me my receipt.