Today was the annual picnic for the housing complex I live in. I surprised myself as to how many people I knew and could visit with. I even remembered some names and some conversations that I had with people in the past. Some of the residents knew my parents and I enjoyed the stories they shared about them. I visited with people in the food line and just walking around. I sat with one of the ladies that I had met very early when I moved in. Last time we chatted, she told my about her tragically losing close members of her family – including a grandson. When we talked today, I told her about my son’s upcoming wedding. She said that her granddaughter – who is also the twin of the grandson who died – is getting married in a few weeks. She talked about the “seasons of life” and how important it is to live in them, no matter if they are sad or joyful. I appreciated her wisdom.

I Found God today in friends and conversations about the seasons of life.