This was meant to be posted three weeks ago.
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“Thank you for the bread,” He Smiled. “You’re welcome.” We replied, opened the door and left.
Out on the sidewalk an affluent looking woman greeted us “Hello Ladies” she smiled. We were a little surprised but returned the greeting. Rounding the corner of the building Emily turned to me and said “Funny how people respect you when you come out of the investment office.” “Yes,” I laughed “like you’re something out of the ordinary.” I guess some people think so when you dress like a lady.
Then on to our next appointment we went, another bread delivery.
Several people occupied the waiting room of the doctor’s office. We approached the front desk.
After a few minutes of conversation at the front desk and a little bit of waiting Dr. E. entered the room and we exchanged our goods.
It just sent me thinking...
Funny how people look at you when you can get a hold of the Investment Manager or the Dr. comes out of his patient’s room to get some bread, I mean they are friends/neighbors. But it makes me wonder why we don’t realize what it is for the Infinite to stoop and listen to one stumbling, stammering tongue and in love to answer! Why don’t I more often realize that God is MY Friend and wants to know from my heart just how I feel? That He’s more than willing, He is dying to spend time with me, even when for all I’ve done I deserve for Him to turn His back and walk away. And yet so often I’d just rather get fifteen more minutes sleep, or there’s something “better” for me to spend my time on.
What?
Does that sound out of proportion or what!
What will it take for us to realize and treasure His love?
