A while back, I was working at Catholic Charities, doing customer intake for their food resource center. Waiting to be seen was a white woman in her 80s, sitting in a wheelchair with a lined face and hair as white as snow. I had just helped a black man in his early 30s. While he was waiting to get his food, he sat in a chair next to her, leaned forward towards her, put his hand gently on her arm and the two chatted as they waited. The love and gratitude in her eyes made her face glow, a glow reflected in the man's own.
That kind of thing happens all the time. I tear up when I see it or when I remember it.
God is good. All the time.