Each day I look forward to a visit from a very dear friend… someone who always brightens my day with his smile and a story that he shares. My dear friend has lived a life that I will never truly understand. At a young age he served our country, has worked hard his entire life, he’s an honest man, and he’s thankful for all of God’s blessings.
Today my friend greeted me with his cheerful hello and asked if I was working hard, followed by a chuckle. My laugh preceded my daily answer of ‘don’t I always?’ This makes him laugh more as he steps into my office. I stop what I’m doing to spend some time with him. I never know what he’s going to share with me, it doesn’t matter; I’m always excited to hear what he has to say.
He asks if I have ever been to Belgium. I haven’t and inquire about his time there. As I listen, I try to picture him as a young soldier during World War II as he traveled to a foreign land to serve his country. Unfortunately for me, the only visual I can put together doesn’t truly depict what he experienced. I can see in his eyes that his memories are clear and he talks as if he was still there. He’s gracious enough to only share the good with me. On occasion he’ll talk about someone he served with and share a story or two about their time together.
Even though his visits are brief, I cherish each one as I thank God for bringing this amazing man into my life.
John 15:13 Great love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.