Permission Granted

Yesterday, I told Lee that people missed hearing about our lunch times, and he said, “You can write about them on Facebook.” Yippee! So, let me take on a forty minute lunch with the sun, a mouse, and my good friend, Lee.

As I was getting ready for work yesterday, I realized I had forgotten to go to the grocery store, so I was out of bread and didn’t have any leftovers to take, and my first thought was, “Meatball sandwiches sound good,” so that was my plan: to order us meatball sandwiches and take them for us for lunch, and that must’ve been God’s plan because it worked out beautifully!

I showed up with sandwiches, chips, and sodas and found Lee sitting in the same spot: in the sun. Man, it gets so hot sometimes, but because he sleeps outside, he wakes up chilled to the bone, so while I’m burning up, he’s barely thawing out, and because we sit in the sun, my arms and feet are getting pretty dark. (I keep forgetting to put on sunblock. I know…I know…) I gave him his sandwich, and we prayed. You could tell, he was happy I hadn’t made it to the grocery store.

We did our usual catching up. He was telling me about who had stopped by…annoying or not. There are some people who come to debate with Lee about the Bible, and he discerns well on when to close their opportunity for debate. He’ll politely say, “We’re not going to talk about this any longer,” and there are many times when he listens and will pray about what he heard and let God guide his words. He really is a remarkable man…very gentlemanly.

While we were eating, a mouse came up for food. Okay, I’m used to the squirrels, and yesterday, I didn’t see one. It makes me wonder: did the mouse scare them away? Normally, when I see a mouse, I’m like an elephant in a cartoon: jumping on a table or something…screaming. This time, I sat there and said, “There’s a mouse.” Then, I felt bad because I didn’t share any of my food with it. (What! I have no idea where THAT came from…probably God.) Although, I was glad when it ran away.

Then, as we were sitting there, Lee was looking down at his sandwich and said, “I’m gonna miss you.” We sat silently. It’s all fine and dandy to “say” I’ll continue to go down there EVERY day, but the reality is…that might be difficult. We have no idea when I can visit or how often. I have over twenty flag orders now. We’ll just see how things go.

As I’m typing this, I am crying. I’m going to miss our regular schedule, too. I think, no matter how old you are, routines feel nice. They’re almost comforting. Neither one of us KNOWS what’s going to happen, but one thing’s for sure: we are so honored by the friendship God has given us.

I won’t even tell you some of the things that have been said to me about my friendship with Lee. I’m just glad I didn’t listen to any of it and continued on in what God had me doing. When His voice is the one you’re listening to, opinions are like mumbling in the background…kind of like the teachers talking in “Peanuts” cartoons. Anyway, he’s a great friend, and everyone who has gone out to join me in having lunch with him has been blown away by his character.

I just glanced up at what I wrote: wow, that’s a lot! Can you tell I’ve missed sharing our lives with you? I had written a couple times in private, but writing takes a long time, and among my daily writing, the kids, my job, flags, and breathing, there wasn’t much time to write about Lee, and I’ve missed it dearly.

God’s doing amazing things through Lee. You know…he has health issues, but he hasn’t told me what they are, and I don’t pry. I just pray for his cells and his body. I DO know one thing: he said, “Since you’ve been feeding me every day, I’ve been feeling a lot better. I have more energy.” God is so good. He ministers in the most commonly ways.

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