13APR16 little glimpses of God

 As I was leaving the school across from my house last Saturday I was approached by an elderly gentleman. We were there voting on yet another tax increase but kind of drifted into conversation.We spoke of the political shape of our country, details of which I won't bore you with.

Eventually we joked about our age. I told I'm I'm about as old as him and he pointed out he was eighty and had a daughter my age.

What I'm driving at is how much he impressed, no, inspired me. I marveled at this man so mentally sharp and full of life. I could feel the power coming off him and the pleasure he got from just living on this earth.

I have a tendency to whine as those familiar with me know. I also tend to think too much about everything and not act nearly enough. Lately it's been over getting older and running out of time. I feel I've wasted it and there's not enough left to accomplish anything.

That gentleman reminded me to live, that I could easily be eighty like him and to stop thinking, worrying, and make it count.

I guess my point is God talks to you all the time. It's not always through prayer, some times it's people.

I'm reminded to listen, to be present and pay attention.