I had ambitions to be on the road earlier, full tank of diesel, full belly of coffee, but one thing after another, here I was, still in Sulphur, running an errand, and there coming towards me was a familiar car.<\/p>\n
I slowed, and so did he, and we passed, father and son, surprised to meet like this. I watched his eighty-five year old face turn towards me and we waved, smiled, and then continued, watching each other\u2019s brake lights in our mirrors\u2026<\/p>\n
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I have reached a place where I roll with the blows more than ever before. If something inconveniences me, I\u2019m more likely, at this age, to be open to the option that God is at work…and that the inconvenience is actually me being redirected for something Higher.<\/p>\n
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Like yesterday\u2026<\/p>\n
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My father is 85 years old. He and I have passed on the road so many, many, many, many times, and for most of those times both he and I took it for granted as common.<\/p>\n
We passed yesterday, for the first time in years, because I was delayed in leaving, and ran an uncommon errand, and because of all that I got The Gift of seeing my father\u2019s little car approaching, the sizzle as my subconscious notified me that this was not just any car, the anticipation, that it was him, the three seconds of seeing his happy face, with love in it, looking at me\u2026<\/p>\n
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\u2026and I thought to myself, \u2018This may be the last time you pass like this.\u2019<\/p>\n
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How kind God is, to give us these little moments. When we were children God was lightning and thunder and parting the Red Sea, but my experience with God is that He is the Master of Subtle, gifts of delicacy, in the midst of everydayness. We wish for miracles, but His gift to us was what we had all along, and yes, we took it for granted, and He comes again, in grace, and gives us yet-another-chance to see what Wonder was always there.<\/p>\n
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This edition of Uncle P\u2019s Bedtime Stories is brought to you by Eighty-one, where we hope you see the beauty of your own garden.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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