Tupelo, honey.

A few weeks ago, I ran out of honey. When I ran down to the river to get more, this was standing on the
honey man's corner.
The thing that makes me most sad is that I didn't take more time to talk with Clyde and get to know more about him and his family. I never stopped to think that one day he wouldn't be there.
Oh, there was small talk about his mayhaw jelly and different honeys, but I never asked about his personal life. And why not? He was a nice old guy and was surely full of wonderful stories of Florida's amazing past.
I'm so glad I came out of my comfortable shell and chatted with the hot dog man every weekend till he sold his trailer. He's quite a character and still hollers at me whenever he sees me at the store. Yep, he always sees me first.
So, is there a Clyde in your life? Next time you stop for a refill, spend a few extra minutes on the corner. It's worth it.
Have a
JESUS-filled day! ^i^