So, God spoke to me tonight. And He looked like a guy walking out of a bar lighting a cigarette. Seriously.
See, I've been having a bad week. Like, a bad week. And I was taking my nightly post-dinner walk around the neighborhood. Without my ipod (Don't ask. Or, at least, ask Hubby.). Which wasn't helping the bad week get any better. And as I was walking by the local bar, this random guy was walking out. And he looked at me and said "It will get better." That's all. And he kept walking, got on his Harley, and drove away.
At first I thought "What does he know?" But then I thought, "Maybe he does know." And that made me feel just a little bit better. The Lord works in mysterious ways, right?
I don't really buy into organized religion. I don't think faith is something you do for an hour on Sunday morning. I know too many people who spend that hour "talking the talk" on Sunday, but then forget to "walk the walk" the other 6 days and 23 hours of the week.
And I know lots of people who don't spend any time in a church building. But they do the things that truly count every day.
Like that guy. He could have totally ignored me; just let me wander on in my gloom. But he didn't.
So thank you, Guy Walking Out of the Bar Lighting a Cigarette. You did God's work today.