"Would you like more?" the waitress asked the man.
"More is a place I long to be," he replied.
She stood there holding the coffee pot not sure if that was the answer she was looking for.
He put his head down and she walked away shaking her's.
Sitting across the aisle from him, my curiosity urged me to ask, "Where is this place called more?"
With his head still bowed he replied, "I'm not really sure but I'll know when I get there."
"What is it you want more of?" I asked.
He paused for a moment and replied, "More of what God wants for me and less of what the world thinks I should have."
"God wants for you to be happy. Are you happy?" I asked.
"Yes, for the most part."
"God wants for you to love him. Do you?"
"Yes, I do," he said without hesitation.
"God, wants you to appreciate this life He has given you. Do you appreciate it?"
"Certainly."
"Then know that God wants you to live your life with your head up, eyes wide open and aware that "more" is not a place, it is a gift given to you each day that you live. Everything that is, comes from God. The "more" the world speaks of, has no real value. If you want more of God than stop searching and begin living."
He slowly picked up his head and looked at me.
"My friend, if you want more of God then begin appreciating more of what you already have. He has given us more than we will ever need."
He sat there for a moment. Not getting a response from him, I reached for one of my cards and placed it in front of him:
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."
He then stood up and walked away. He never said a word. I thought perhaps I had overstepped my bounds. Maybe it was not my place to speak to him.
Finishing my breakfast, I headed to the register to pay my bill.
"Someone already paid it," the woman told me.
"Who?"
"He told me to give you this."
She handed me a note scribbled on a napkin.
"Thank you. I couldn't speak with you because I would have burst into tears. What you said was true. I could not see God in my life because I chose not to. All I needed to do was lift my head and open my eyes. By doing that today I know I will indeed see more. I already have. I saw Him in your words."
In search of more? You need not take a step. Lift up your head and open your eyes.
"More is a place I long to be," he replied.
She stood there holding the coffee pot not sure if that was the answer she was looking for.
He put his head down and she walked away shaking her's.
Sitting across the aisle from him, my curiosity urged me to ask, "Where is this place called more?"
With his head still bowed he replied, "I'm not really sure but I'll know when I get there."
"What is it you want more of?" I asked.
He paused for a moment and replied, "More of what God wants for me and less of what the world thinks I should have."
"God wants for you to be happy. Are you happy?" I asked.
"Yes, for the most part."
"God wants for you to love him. Do you?"
"Yes, I do," he said without hesitation.
"God, wants you to appreciate this life He has given you. Do you appreciate it?"
"Certainly."
"Then know that God wants you to live your life with your head up, eyes wide open and aware that "more" is not a place, it is a gift given to you each day that you live. Everything that is, comes from God. The "more" the world speaks of, has no real value. If you want more of God than stop searching and begin living."
He slowly picked up his head and looked at me.
"My friend, if you want more of God then begin appreciating more of what you already have. He has given us more than we will ever need."
He sat there for a moment. Not getting a response from him, I reached for one of my cards and placed it in front of him:
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."
He then stood up and walked away. He never said a word. I thought perhaps I had overstepped my bounds. Maybe it was not my place to speak to him.
Finishing my breakfast, I headed to the register to pay my bill.
"Someone already paid it," the woman told me.
"Who?"
"He told me to give you this."
She handed me a note scribbled on a napkin.
"Thank you. I couldn't speak with you because I would have burst into tears. What you said was true. I could not see God in my life because I chose not to. All I needed to do was lift my head and open my eyes. By doing that today I know I will indeed see more. I already have. I saw Him in your words."
In search of more? You need not take a step. Lift up your head and open your eyes.
