I spend a lot of time at my favorite coffee shop, Michelangelo’s. It has become like a second home to me. I have my favorite places to sit, my favorite drinks, and have come to know the people that work there or attend as frequently as I do. One of my favorite people that go to Michelangelo’s is Bud. Bud is an 84-year-old man that loves people as much, if not more than I do. Everyday around 4pm, Bud slowly enters the coffee shop and makes his way past every table. At every table, Bud stops and asks the person what they are doing, what they are studying, where they are from, ect. Bud and I have become good friends. The funny thing about Bud is that he hardly ever remembers any of the basic things that I have told him. Every time I see him I tell him that I am a junior from Fort Worth, Texas. Every time, we laugh at how you practically have to be from Texas to go to OU. Every time, I ask him how his dogs are. And I always learn something new about Bud. He has led a pretty spectacular life. Even though Bud can’t remember the basic things that I tell him, he knows my face. He has come to remember my name and He remembers that I want to live overseas to share the gospel with people. He remembers me.
God revealed himself to me through Bud this semester in a huge way. I have struggled to feel the Lord’s presence in my life this semester and it has been a battle. I am reminded of David’s struggle to feel the Lord’s presence and his longing to be filled.