I had an extended chat with God early this morning.
I wanted to know what was going on!
How come? When? Why not? Are you?
The heart of the talk was about Brasil, though it included Wilmington in a significant way.
I came away feeling that I’d been heard and was to wait for a response “from the powers that be.” I’ve been mildly agitated since then, which my wife hates. “Why is it you talk to God and then get funky?”
I don’t know… impatience, perhaps.
An hour ago, an answer —two of them, actually— walked through my front door. Two little sisters in the faith (that is said in an absolutely good and loving way — words don’t always convey how those words are being intended) came asking me some really big questions.
I was impressed and I was honored… concerning them and God.
I sit here, between patients, amazed at the way He works.
Dang! As Jerry Clower used to say, “Ain’t God good?!”