Today, as I was driving to work, I passed one of the shelter care homes and noticed something unusual.
A man was sitting in a lawn chair, but not facing the road. He had his back to passersby, and he was gesturing with his arms and moving back and forth. At first, I wondered if he might be having a seizure but as I drew nearer, I realized he was singing. His face pointed to the sun and as he waved his hands I realized he was joyful.
I had never seen anyone in the yard of this home in the 12 years I've been driving this route. I admit to curiosity. Is he a new patient? If not, why has he picked a very warm summer morning to sit outside? What was he singing? Why is he so happy?
Everyone's got a story. I will likely never know this man's story but I can surmise a few things.
He's probably an early riser. He was outside before 8 a.m.
He has music in his soul. He must be passionate about it because he used his whole body to sing, out there in front of God and everybody. *Smile.
He was in his own world. Most people watch traffic go by, but he seemed to not know anyone else was around.
The fact he had his face pointed to the sun made me wonder if he was communing with God?
I've been trying to incorporate a quiet time into my morning routine; maybe, I'm doing it wrong and should come outside and commune with God in the sun like this man!
Everyone's got a story. Even though I'll never know his, just a glimpse of his life touched mine today. My takeaway from this little story is this: You don't have to say a word to share.
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt #4. Write a blog post the ends with the word: share. Join us at Kat's blog, Mama's Losin' It.
Also, I'm sharing this post with the community at #FreshMarketFriday because today I experienced a fresh way of looking at life, and at the Word of God Speak link-up. I'm blessed to share at all of these wonderful blogs.