I was having a conversation with a furniture salesman in the store recently.
He said, “Your name is Desiree, correct?”
I answered, “For the last fifty years, yes.”
An astonished look crossed his face. “Wow, congratulations. You don’t look fifty. What’s your secret?”
With a smile, I replied. “I’ve got God in my life.”
The life you lead reflects on the outside is what my late mother told me as a child. I might not have a church home yet, but believe me, God lives in me. Does God live in you?