I was about to step out the door to deliver Meals on Wheels. Someone phoned to say the church front door wasn’t working. Well, I could get over there just in time. And as I arrived, someone phoned to check out the church for a funeral. Meanwhile our son is driving up from Regina and arrives just as other activities are winding down. He repacks and is off to an overnight stay in Saskatoon and a flight down to the Caribbean. Meanwhile. tomorrow in Saskatoon, we will pick up the car he has been using.
That’s just a few hours time in the journey of life. Some days I feel like the direction of life must be set by someone else’s clock. And, I suppose I would be right!!