Time Waits For No Man

Recently, I went out to enjoy an evening of listening to music from my favorite jazz band. it was one of those events that you could bring an armchair. I had to stand out in the crowd so I brought my armchair with the footrest. Just about the time that I had gotten comfortable, I turned to my right and I locked eyes with this fine natural beauty. I gave her the " What's up" nod. She nodded back. After that I began to wait for an opening, if one at all, to speak with her. 

At the end of the night, the Disk Jockey played the hit song " Wobble" by VC. Why did he do that ?
My opportunity presented itself. The mystery lady came out and joined me and the rest of the crowd. We danced next to one another without saying a word.
A couple of minutes had gone by. Right as I turned to speak to her, I noticed that she was being lead away from what looked to be her friend.
My inner voice screamed out, "Noooo ! Wait ! "
She disappeared into the crowd and never to be seen again.
At that moment, I really wanted to curse. I had not felt this devastated since my early 20's !
I learned a value lesson in that moment. If you ever feel as if you have something to say to someone, don't waste time. Say what you have to say, because time waits for no one.
Never miss a golden opportunity to speak up.

Old Porch Conversations

When I was younger I used to love to visit Sister Carter. Sister Carter was a woman from my old neighborhood that used to do my mother's hair. What I loved about her is that she was so on fire for Christ. I used to spend countless hours on my visits with her listening to her speak. She always seemed to be impressed with me because she loved the way that I dressed and carried myself. She always told me that when she saw me that I looked like what a young man was supposed look like. She loved that I believed in wearing belts and such.
At the end of our visits she would always give me a hug and say " Stay with the Lord !"
She went to be with the Lord a few years after I had graduated from college. I miss her dearly. Every now and then I will drive by her old house as a reminder of the conversations that I used to have with her on her porch.