Where did Mr. Woodard go?

After nearly a year into retirement the questions still come up?

I’m not gone. I’m learning who Lloyd is. I’m the silent partner of a social butterfly. The dad that can stop what I’m doing and assist. The granddad that has some ideas that are fun at times. 

Where did I go? Well. I go. The same as always. I read I shop. I still go out to eat. I travel a little. 

“Every day is Saturday and every night is Friday night.” Maybe that why I’m missing. My routine has changed. My ideas are all lesson plans and grading. I lived an exciting 49 years as an educator. I’ve lived an exciting 72 years as me. Me has not really changed- jurist transformed. My superpowers are being refocused. I’m still around, just not in charge. I come alive when you find me in the store or call my name. I’m learning to be a man after God’s heart. That’s tough. I am being broken, melted, refined, and purged for usage. Cast into a mold not of my choosing. Having the mold marks ground off. Burnishing and looking for imperfections that need attention. I wonder how God can use an imperfect casting. But He does. He doesn’t wait for me to be perfect to be used. Sometimes my flaws show when He fills and I need repaired. He does. 

Where did Mr. Woodard go? He’s still around. I don’t hide well.. Fortunately He can use Lloyd as He has Mr. Woodard.