I'm back from walking in the park and just had one of those moments that makes you wonder. I wasn't wearing boots, it's still snowy and slushy here from the blizzard, I didn't plan to go into the icy park, but I felt strongly I was supposed to go, so I did. Then I felt strongly I was supposed to turn left, and I did. A woman was sitting on a bench, head bowed, crying. I didn't want to interfere, I didn't want to walk by. I asked, "Are you okay?" She wasn't. Her dad had died suddenly, it had happened a few months before, but she was still so sad. I put my arm around her and she wept and I did, too, a bit. We talked, we prayed, and then the work day had to begin.
I have my routines, but I need to be open to turning left more. I don't want to miss the moments.