An old man's voice

God spoke to me today, his voice was crystal clear, it came through the voice of an old man. As a hospital customer service rep, I have learned that most of the people I come in to contact with would much rather be doing something besides dealing with a hospital bill. I waited on one gentleman today that seemed to be different than most. When he first came to the desk, I noticed right away that he wasn't very clean. As he told me about the illnesses that he and his wife had endured during the last few months, all I could think was - how in the world can he see through those cloudy, dirty glasses! As I listened to him talk, I took his payment, never taking a moment to notice that today was his birthday. Despite all that he had been through, he seemed to be genuinely happy to be alive to pay that bill. Before he left he told me that today was his birthday, 83 years old. I wished him a Happy Birthday and told him that I thought is was awesome that he's 83. He turned to leave and after two or three steps, he turned back to me and said "I wish I was 38." That last statement ran through me in a way that I can not explain.

I am 38, I have recently found myself wishing that I could get the last 10 years back. Today God used that man to show me to not dwell on time that I can't get back but to be excited about time that is yet to come. That old man's voice has echoed through me all day, and I'm sure it will still be echoing the next time I start wishing for time passed.


"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count, it's the life in your years." Abraham Lincoln