In the midst of our own transitions we are called upon to assist others.

 God Called Me Today


There I was in the midst of my own muckity muck. When George called. I want to drop by in 15 minutes. It's okay as I've finished up some things. He arrived mopey joe, feels like the flu. Why are you here then, not much consideration for me? Seated at my kitchen table, for bit of morale nourishment a cup of coffee and some cookies.

Imagine one coming to visit, then promptly telling you how you should organize your life. It didn't take me long before I firmly told him, if that's your interest do it. It's not mine. Silence feel across the table.

Reaching for the phone, hi, a nice voice on the other end. Hi this is Jim, remember you met me a while back, we chatted about radios for motorcycles. I had to reach back a bit, as it was earlier this summer. Oh yeah!  Well I was wondering if you were available to meet me and have coffee? 2:30 will work for me. Will it work for you? Can you make it earlier, as I have a class to take my son to. I can make it at 1:30 if you want to do that, he agreed. See you then bye.

George began to inquire as to the the person on the other end. Someone I don't know very well. George promptly handed my the empty coffee cup and headed for the door, said he would talk to me later in the week.

I grabbed my jacket 10 minutes later and was off to the post office. It was crisp and sunny. I let my navy blue top down on my Z350. No hat today, just the wind blowin my long blonde hair, such freedom.

It was now 1:45 and Jim hadn't arrived yet. Five more minutes and I was going off into the wild blue yonder. I heard the pipes of his Harley, before I could see him. He's a disabled police officer, hit on a motorcyle by someone doing a U turn. In his early 40's, 2 kids boy 14 and a girl 10 and a wife (which I found out about at coffee).

You know Rene, when we met you were so nice. I have this situation, which I just need someone to talk to about. I suggested he go back home and talk with his wife. (At first, I think it's the poor me syndrome guys use.)

But as the conversation moved along,  I knew God was calling  on me.

Since I was knee high to a grasshopper people have always sought me out to hear them. I used to run from this. But now I know it is God's way of putting me on assignment. Now granted these assignments, he/she sends me on sometimes get a little tricky to handle. So when this happens, I just give it back and say give me the words that nourish the person, but that keep things clear about intentions.  Sometimes people make all sorts of stories up in there heads anyway.

This is one of the times, I ask for clear guidance in the midst of listening to Jim's stories. He simply needs to be heard Rene, you are the one whom I guided him to, so he can be heard. I got it.... I just listened until I felt it was time for me to go. Rene, I don't know if I'll see you again, but I want you to know, that I am so thankful you didn't run away when I told you I was married. I just wanted someone to hear me for a change. WOW! What a lesson for me compassion for my fellow man.

Next, I stop for a rootbeer float, at the local Foster Freeze.  I used to meet someone here, so it was mild time of reflections for me.  On Opening the door, 2 gentlemen were smiling at me. Their silver hair shining in the sunlight, one 60ish and one 80ish.  I orderd then sat down waiting  the arrival of my frothy rooty tooty beer, the younger of the two gentlemen hands me his card. At a glance I can see he is in real estate. He asked if I know anyone who wants a Condo... no.

Are you really an angel?  I have a jean jacket that has a patch that says angel. Yes I am, but no one ever believes me. He laughs! How do you get paid for that? I laugh. Maybe I'll do public speaking next. I used to be a Minister, he confesses, but we live in glass houses. You get the idea of what has happened. Smiling I do counseling too, the same is the case.

The elder genltemen picks up a napkin and makes and angel flying in the sky. Doesn't say a word, just smiles. It appears he may have had a stroke. He's your Dad right, yes I try to take him out a couple of times a week. Smiling... we have a lot to talk about. He helps his Dad into the walker smiles as he is
existing the door. By the way this was pre-ordained he said... ....I know.  

I answered God best I knew how. 

Tuesday 5:44 pm PST, October 9, 2007 Auburn, CA