Just passing by,….(literally) – through the doors of a diner yesterday, my husband and I had the chance encounter with this man I’ll call “Joy”. A disabled Vet living in a tent for years and was the happiest he had … Continue reading →
My grandmother always collected Indian relics back in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was always told that I was also part Cherokee. As a very young child I was babysat by an Indian family by the last name of “McIntosh”. They were … Continue reading →
I love how “gates” give you a feeling of entering “into” something. Could be anything. Of course I always want to think it as entering some secret garden. Not mystical, just beautiful. No secrets, just honesty. Someday, I hope to enter the gates to eternity. Until then… xo
I saw him sitting there…bundled like a well-wrapped package. Only this package was not pleasing to look at. In fact, it was down right hard.
I watched as others looked at him too. I was not the only one thinking how different he was. He was not one of “us”. Clean & shaven, well dressed and …well rehearsed.
I tried to imagine what had made him that way…Bad life? Alcohol? Laziness?
Wrapped in torn clothes & dirt. Nothing he owned was close to new. They were filthy rags but he was ready for the coming cold.
He ate a little and then went back in for more….Hot soup & coffee. Appropriate, I thought, since he will be trying to stay warm later.
A voice or “thought” kept coming to me during this quick “evaluation” I was making. “That $20 in your left pocket, give it to him”. Yes, Lord! I thought Great idea! He could probably use it.
Then it started. One by one, all the reasons I shouldn’t. The first one being “That’s a lot of money. We really need it”. What if…what if..
Now, I sat condemned. Sitting before my food with thoughts of how the morning had gone. Spending here and there on things that I “wanted”, not needed.
Now before me was black & white. What really mattered. Funny, someone just said the other day…Giving & generosity are a choice.
So I sat. Doing nothing. Frozen. Holding fast to that twenty dollars. Rationalizing it in my mind. A choice. (Oh, how powerful we think we are sometimes). Life is more than what we try to hold on to.
Then it happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man walk by him. He had given him something?
Had he given him money? Just like I was going to do…or rather not. I looked back at the bundled man eating his hot soup. He had a look of pleasant disbelief on his face. I glanced downward and saw a folded bill in his hand.
Then the part that overcame me took place. This bundled & torn person, the one everyone politely stared at, closed his eyes, looked towards heaven and whispered “Thank you Lord”.
I couldn’t watch anymore. I could hardly eat. A big lump in my throat was now there. My husband had no clue what had happened, but I felt like “life” had just shown it’s face to me.
It wasn’t about having fun, decorating my house etc. I’m not even sure what it’s really about. I just know it’s not about that. Me, my excuses, my money. It’s always about me….trying to play the part.
And then there’s him. Who has absolutely nothing except the one thing that does matter….God.
May your holidays be about “life” and not the “things”.
James 2:5 Dear Brothers, has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith…”
Do you see her? Tiny little figure walking in the road? It is an old woman. She is a regular around here. She walks everywhere. She must be in her 80’s. I see her near & far. She is such an inspiration to me. She wears layers of clothes (kinda like my grandmother did). They don’t really match. She walks with a rolling walker. She just keeps on going. She must be out all day. She puts the rest of us to shame. I would do it if I was brave enough but alas, I am not.
Nor do I have the time.
One day, my husband said she had a matching outfit of pink on and make up to match (bright pink lipstick). He was happy for her because it seemed she was celebrating something special. Maybe it was her birthday?
Personally, I think she knows something the rest of us don’t.
This day in particular, I had the privilege of coming out of the post office when she was coming in. Of course I held the door…
But it was I who was blessed…
She with her snow white hair and tan leathered face smiled at me as she sincerely & sweetly proclaimed God’s blessings on me.
(my heart overfloweth..)
Then she walked away. I had to get a picture of that love.
Yes, in human form beneath all the outward appearances. That is why I took the picture. To remind me of her and that brief encounter.
Yes, it is that simple. It is IN the simple. It is in the least expected. That person, place or thing that you think doesn’t matter. To God, to all matters. He doesn’t make anything that doesn’t. From the tiniest to the largest.
I myself am having to learn this the hard way. Lord, take the blinders off us all.
xo Have a blessed day.
Took sprigs last year and put them in water by window till they grew roots. Then planted them pots till weather warmed up. Most made it. The ones that didn’t were the ones I forgot to keep watered! 🙂 have fun!
I believe people are inherently good.
I don’t think we start out mean. I think most people want good, for themselves and others.
When I am out and about during my day, I notice that we are all concerned about the same things.
I am quite a sensitive person. Growing up, I lived in a very “fear filled” home. Loving, but fear filled.
I learned how to be a people pleaser. That means,..you are constantly looking out for what the other person needs or wants~(Quite an exhausting way to live really!). So….when I am out in public, I am always watching to make sure I am not in anyone’s way, whether it is in traffic or at a store etc.
The thing I realized recently though, is… that everyone else is doing the same thing!
Maybe not every single person, but the majority.
And the majority, if there is something wrong, will go to that extra step to help!
And like Mr. Rogers always said…”That gives me a good feeling! 🙂
We all want to fill like we are valuable and worthwhile. That we have something to offer.
This may sound petty to some people. That’s ok.
We were all made by the same creator (at least that’s what I believe) and we all have the same capabilities to love. It’s just a choice.