Do You See What I See?

Yesterday, as the sun was setting, I was heading north on the interstate back to the apartment where I live.  Reality overshadowed hopes for being closer home by the time darkness settled but things happen and time does not stand still because of my needs or desires.  I had just made a quick, 3-ish mile detour east along a busy highway in hopes that the HOT NOW sign would be glowing red at a beloved doughnut shop.  As I re-entered the flow of traffic on the interstate, the sugary vanilla aroma of original glazed love filled the car.  A midnight blue sky, dotted with twinkling stars, highlighting a huge glowing white moon filled the upper part of the windshield.  A fiery blood-orange display of the setting sun painted a blaze of glory in the rearview mirror.  There was the smell of loving goodness in the car; there was the beauty and wonder of life and the Creator Lover on the outside.

I had just spent the day with a real estate broker who just may have voiced one of the highest compliments and blessings that I have ever heard, at least not in a very long time.  We were comparing the properties that we had viewed during the day and it was obvious that he was very pleased with my choice of the house I was about to bid on.  This quiet, professional and unassuming man spoke one statement that will haunt me