You know the type. Sweet and around eighty with snow white hair on more than likely his only outing of the day.
He approaches with a smile and asks Julian if he is out of school today.
I hesitate for a moment knowing the path we have chosen isn't neccessarily accepted by all. I tell him that I teach Julian at home. I failed to mention that I am hanging on by a thread and that I question my decision almost weekly. Since for me selflessness is much more of an aspiration than a reality.
He walks over to me, this perfect angel stranger, and puts his hand on my shoulder and with all the sincerity he can muster he says, "That's the best thing you will ever do for your child. Oh he will be so smart. He sure is fortunate to have a mom who is willing to do it." I stand there for a moment stunned and I ask him how he knew to deliver such a precious jewel of encouragement to my heart at that moment. He just smiles and we chat for a while before going our separate ways.
There are so many things that I love about God and one of them is how intimately he knows his people.
He knows that I have had a thing for old men for as long as I can remember.
All of my favorite patients were these old geezers.
I could waste many a day away listening to their stories of yesteryear with such delight.
I have been in a place of dryness.
A place of reading the Bible out of obligation.
A place of hardly being able to talk to God because I couldn't penetrate the dark bubble I felt like I was trapped inside.
Yet, God never tires in his pursuit of a heart he has called.
For this magnificent, undeserving, unparalleled grace and for sweet little old men-
I humbly give thanks.
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