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My
plans do not always go as I think they are going to go. Today I had
lunch plans with a person from the Church. Phyllis, my spouse was
out of town for the day and I had arranged this luncheon to catch up
on this person’s life. We were to meet at the Bread Company and
meet we did. The food was good and the conversation was even better.
I had planned on eating lunch and then picking up some items at the
store. When we parted he left to go out one door and I left to go
out another. On my way out I saw some people from the church and
started visiting with them. They invited me to sit down and I did.
Before I knew it I was enjoying myself in conversation and time was
flying by. They finished eating and we all started to leave. Hard
to believe but before I could get out the door a couple called out to
me and started to tell me about how one of them had broken an arm.
When
I finally made it to my vehicle I decided to go home. I had to be
some place and did not have time to stop at any stores. As I drove
home I had a strange feeling that the interruptions were meant to be.
I do not think about it much but my plans are not as important as I
sometimes think. Reflecting on my time in the Bread Company helps me
to see that God places people in our paths and they are much more
important than any schedule. I hope I can learn this life lesson
well and more importantly live it well.
A
couple of days ago my mom called. She was upset. She related her
reason for being upset. My brother in law had just received the word
that his cancer was fast acting and there was not much the medical
profession could do to help the situation. My sister and husband
were told that he had between a month and three month to live. This
news was upsetting to me also. What do you do or say?
Since
that day I have talked with my sister and they are probably going to
try a massive chemo treatment and see if this can buy a few more day
of life. I mostly listened and tried to be supportive. My sister
asked me for a favor. She wanted me to pray and pray I did. That
prayer on the phone was not the last one I have uttered for my
brother in law and sister and I will continue to be in prayer.
This
whole experience has caused me to think again about how quickly life
goes by. It seems like only yesterday my sister got married and
moved to the State of Wyoming. All this thinking has convinced me to
thank God for each day of life that is given to me. Life is a gift
for sure.