Whatâ€™s For Breakfast?
--by mindyjourney, posted May 8, 2019
Noticed a man nursing a steaming cup of coffee out on the fast food restaurant patio. He had an overstuffed backpack at this side and was staring at the sun rising over the beautiful, but very chilly Black Hills.
“Can I offer you some breakfast?” I asked, holding the packed paper sack and cup of OJ that I had ordered for him.
He looked somewhat startled from his morning reverie. His weathered face broke into a grin and said, “Thank you. I would.”
Walking back to the car, I told MisterM, “You know, it’s not really us that gives, it’s the hand of God. We are just instruments. It just sort of flows thru us.”
Looks like a trumpeting angel in the clouds ... a great begin for the journey, don’t you think?