Thursday night, (last night) we went to the temple. It is a bit of drive but so worth it. Every time I go something wonderful happens. I guess I shouldn't be surprised given where it is that I am going.
The house of the Lord in Houston
So, last night we went. We were early for the eight o'clock session so I stopped in the bathroom. In there was this older black man fiddling with his suspenders. He said something to me about his suspender, which honestly I didn't understand, then he asked me why I had a bandage on the side of my face. I told him I was battling cancer. At this point he left his suspenders, threw his arms around me and hugging me in this big bear hug said, "God is going to bless you my dear brother. He will do it!" Then he walked out of the bathroom
with his suspenders still only half fixed.
Now, I don't know what an angel might look like, but last night my angel was a beautiful black man in the bathroom with suspender problems.