Yesterday while driving to have lunch with Loraine Hawkins at Five Guys, I was listening to Janis Joplin singing Me and Bobby McGee on KODJ radio. It was a romp. I turned it up almost to the max.
I realized as I always do when I listen to Pearl (Janis for those who did not survive the sixties) how close I came to not surviving the sixties. I was in the wind. (For those who don't understand that, you've got to brush up on your Dylan.)
My blood pressure rose, my heart rate gave its all and I responded to the human spirit and wished she were back for just a minute. Tune in to Youtube to maybe get a little of what I mean.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FMhnl0__Vo
I know this for a fact, dear folks. The Lord watches out for us all regardless of where we are. And I also know this. We are given the Spirit and we have the Spirit.
I thank God every day of my life for Carl. I thank God every day for that night long ago in Spokane standing at the window watching him leave, for the glass left behind, for the still small voice that said, "If you let him go, you will be sorry every day of your life."
He is the best thing that ever happened to me. Just as my father told him. My dad never told me that. He probably didn't dare. But it's true. Carl is my life. That's when I learned about the Spirit.