THEY SAID IT
Sonya was a fixture in the lobby of her nursing home. You could find her in her wheelchair just inside the front doors and to the left of the flat screen TV. Half the time she was asleep. When awake, she’d watch you with a look that left you feeling like you’d just walked into a spy novel.
One day, she caught my eye and motioned for me to come over. As I approached, she searched the lobby with that this-is-top-secret-so-nobody-better-be-watching look. She leaned forward, calling me closer with her index finger.
“Good to see you,” she whispered, glancing around to make sure we couldn’t be overheard. Satisfied, she stared into my eyes, pursed her lips, and continued, “I’ve got a pork chop and potatoes set aside for you at the house. You better go get it before they find out.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “Should I go now?”
“Yeah, you should.” Then she grinned. “But pray for me first!”
She bowed her head. I knelt in front of her. She opened one eye.
“Well, hurry up!” she said, starting to giggle.
Sonya had fun. She was a turn-around artist – someone who turns things around, replacing doom and gloom with something bright and beautiful. When I told her this, she winked and said, “I just have a good Boss.”
Yep. God is the ultimate turn-around artist. He is at it again today, right now.
If you don’t see it yet, just wait.