Perhaps He Will Add More Days
Waking up at 4:00 a.m. I pull on my clothes trying not to awaken Doc., stumbling across old creaking floors has become a skill…two steps right, then straight…I have learned over the years which ones betray my position, and which ones remain loyal.
Pouring liquid energy into the insulated travel mug – one sugar, milk, almond extract. The swishing of the spoon could lull me back to sleep.
I load my travel bag – computer, plug, apple, plum, cell phone charger, glasses, Bible, Journal, books to be read – all is piled into the car and the two-hour drive begins.
On the road I listen to worship music and try to recite the fifth chapter of Mathew…I have memorized half-way through.
My prayers are whispered out to the one who never leaves or forsakes, ” Be with Daddy”.
I asked daddy yesterday, how he was feeling about the upcoming surgery.
” You just get on the table and know that God has your days number. Not one will come up missing. And who knows, He might be having so much fun with me, and our job, that he will add more days to play.”
Daddy is call the Pepperment-man, at church. He is a self-appointed greeter, at the door of the church, handing out peppermint, and welcoming everyone who crosses the threshold. At age eighty-three they pretty much let you do whatever makes you happy. Especially when you have been a member for about thirty-five years.
But life has become exceedingly painful to stand, sit and walk for the Peppermint-man. Today the hip is having surgery. I have no doubt that he will make friends, and know the whole life story of all the nurses, and surgeons, before they administer the anesthesia – they will tell him things that they have not thought of in years. He just has that way about him.
If the Lord brings him to mind this week, would you please mention him back to the Lord? I will keep you posted on his progress. You would love this man if you could meet him. Perhaps more importantly, you would know that he loves you,right off-the-bat!