Monday, March 24, 2014

Bathrooms, Death, Girl Scout Station Attendants and Who Made My Mind

Quiet Time Thoughts
1.  Where would you choose to meet God?  This a.m. and last I have picked the bathroom in my room at the Hyatt in Milwaukee.  This morning I apologized and He said He didn’t mind; He wasn’t crowded or embarrassed, made me by the way.  The reason I was in there is that I am sharing a room with my two sons and a Union student.  Kids don’t wake up at 5:30 and you know how kids are, need their beauty sleep.  Beauty has long since thrown me over for younger candidates, so sleep is for rest only which requires less. 

2.  I had two loved ones die yesterday, one the son of a childhood friend who died in a logging accident and one a dear old acquaintance in the arts.  I loved both when I heard.   Love is like beauty, miraculous, but I would always choose love, love sticks.  The older man I knew briefly when he did a workshop at Union.  We rode together alone for an hour or so while I drove him back to the airport.  We talked of God and Jesus, life and love, hope and eternity.  The talk was easy, no religion.  He knew Jesus, liked Him but wasn’t as sure of Him as Lord.  I saw him a couple of years later in Louisville KY standing alone outside a bar.  I asked him how he was and he said he was having some health issues but “any day looking down at the grass instead of up at it is a good day.”  Well, today he is standing in the presence of the Loving and True God.  I don’t want to go ‘all theological’ on anyone but I prayed for him this morning.  God was ok with that, like I said love sticks. 

3.  I am here in Milwaukee with twelve girls. I should feel like a Girl Scout leader. I don’t!  Should have had them check the oil in the old bulldog bus.  She was 1½ quarts low and they could all probably use a lesson in car maintenance.  Like I said love sticks and I do love these kids.  Have very high hopes and expectations for each one.

Strange what one thinks of while meeting with God.  He said He didn’t mind, made it as well.

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