Wednesday, September 21, 2011
A wayward child?
That little kid is me, looking independent and a bit mischievous. I believe our traits show up when we are very young. I have been spending the evening looking at pictures on my storage drive. They are stored so randomly that they jump all over the decades, places we lived, homes we dwelt in, vacations we took.
Today I sat with a gentleman in his 90s getting ready to leave, and he was a peace. Life is a wonderful gift. So is faith and hope and love, and I have been able to experience a lot of it over the years.