Busy as a Bee But Too Blessed to Stress

I was in a hurry this morning. I had to run errands and made a stop at the pharmacy An elderly man walked in.

The clerk smiled and said, “How’re you doing?”

“Finer than snuff and not half as dusty,” he answered.

I chuckled along with the other people standing in our vicinity.

He looked around at our smiling faces and shook his head slowly. “You know the doctor told me I have less than five years to live. I told him he was wrong. The doc said, ‘Oh, you’re one of those, eh?’ I told him he was second. God was first. When God gets ready to call me home, he will. I’m just too blessed to stress.”

I left the store repeating his words to myself—too blessed to stress!

Today and every day!