Medicated

I had an interesting interaction today as a result of visiting my family doctor and attempting to get the followup prescription filled. The pharmacy where I usually get prescriptions filled informed me that they did not have the requested medicine and would not for some time. Helpfully, they indicated that the next pharmacy down the road (it's a hike to get such stuff out here, but I like the trade off) would be able to fill the script. What happened next was an eye opener, at least for these bleary old eyes of mime.

The prescription, of course, had the doctor's name on it. I was asked for my birth date and told the script would be filled in about 20 minutes. As I wandered across the street to confirm that the few items I needed were less expensive where I usually shop, I thought, "How will I ask for my meds at the pickup counter? They never asked for my name." Sure enough, "What is the name?" was the question when I asked if my order was ready. The order was ready and it came labeled with my name which is pretty spooky since I had never been in that store before or even one of the stores in that chain of drug stores. I suppose the 20 minutes involved a call to the doctor to confirm that the script was legitimate. Spooky still.

It occurred to me that lots of folks know lots about us and we may as well get used to it. Then I remembered that we have One who knows everything about us. Most importantly, He uses that knowledge only in ways to confirm His great love for us. I can't get too concerned about what "Big Brother" knows about me. My loving Father knows all there is to know about him too and will work even that out for those who love Him. Gotta go take some pills now. Hope you enjoyed the story.