Most of the time I try to get to church sometime around 7:30 in the morning. No one is expecting me until 8:30, so I have quiet time before things get rolling.
About once or twice a week, I don’t make it that early, and it is OK with me. If I am closer to 8:30, I get a treat. Right after I drive past Mountain Ridge Middle School, I come up to Dynamic Drive. At Dynamic I always look for the crossing guard. She is a nice lady who waves at the passing cars. She always has a big, bright smile for the kids. She even gets them to smile (sometimes) with her good cheer.
I have to tell you, I don’t know her name, circumstances, or anything about her, but she makes me smile once or twice a week. She will never know the good medicine in which she has treated me.
She must wonder who that old geezer in the red zippy care is who waves with such verge at her.
Nothing profound here, except to affirm the author of Proverbs had it just right: A cheerful heart is good medicine. I hope I have learned a lesson from this passage and the nice lady stationed at Dynamic Drive.