In a matter of 10 minutes, I witnessed something this morning that can only be described as beautiful – one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen… and I need to share it with you.
Every week, I deliver the church bulletin to two ladies who cannot get out of their homes. One lives in a particular retirement center that I love. The structure is amazing. I love driving up to it. My son called it “the castle” for much of his life. (Now, “the castle” has a very different (almost negative) meaning… stifle your giggling, close friends and family.) The beauty of what I witnessed today far outshines the beauty of the building I was visiting.
This morning was gorgeous… sunny and a cool 58 degrees. I drove up to the retirement center, and parked in my usual spot. Close enough to get to the door quickly, far enough away to make it count – literally, on my Fitbit. I put my car in park and grabbed the bulletin.
As I got out of my car, I saw a man and woman walking along the sidewalk, slowly. At first, it seemed like every other old man and woman I see walking together on Sunday mornings. But this time, there was something different. He was dressed in a suit, she was in a nice purple blouse and typical old-woman pants. You know, the ones that can be literally any color, and as long as that same color is in their blouse, it works…
As they walked, I saw her moving much slower than him. Not in the way they walked, he was walking slowly to match her pace. But her every movement seemed delayed. It was quite apparent that some physical ailment had slowed her in her old age. What it was is not relevant. I said, “good morning!” as I do to any person I see outside the home when I am delivering the bulletin. He greeted me the same way. She said nothing, but her face was sincere. I continued into the building, and they continued walking.
When I came out of the building, I saw that they had stopped along the sidewalk. He was hugging her. She was only half-hugging him, but he held her so close to him, and was rubbing her back. It was a comforting type of hug. I didn’t stare (though I really wanted to, this was beautiful.) I walked back to my car, and just sat there… amazed at the love that was obvious between these two.
I watched them for a few more minutes from my car. They started walking again, and came to a bench just outside of the door to the center. He helped her sit down – it was apparent that she wasn’t able to do so on her own. Then he took off his suit jacket… I knew where this was going. It was much too chilly for him to be too warm. He wrapped it around her, and sat down next to her. One of his arms was wrapped around her, and he held her hand with his other hand. They sat there for just a few minutes, then walked in the door, holding hands. He was leading her, and she did the best she could to walk with her head up.
I thought of the life these two may have had together. The young love, the children, the fights, the ups, downs, joy and tears. I started to tear up, thinking of his service to her, taking care of her, even in this difficult time in their lives. Though her body was failing, he still loved her heart, her mind, her spirit. This is what real love looks like.
What I saw today brought to mind the Epistle reading this morning… It’s from Ephesians 5, often read at weddings, and joked about by men, saying that the Bible says that wives are to submit to their husbands. They forget to read the rest… The reading is as follows:
22 Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord.23 For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church,his body, of which he is the Savior. 24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.
25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her 26 to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, 27 and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. 28 In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 29 After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church—30 for we are members of his body. 31 “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.” 32 This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. 33 However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.
The man I observed today blessed his wife in the most beautiful way, by loving her even in her brokenness – as Christ loves the church. He loves us, even in our brokenness and inability to save ourselves. Loved ones, strive for this… you can find a way to bless those you love today.
Until next time… Be well.
I feel like I owe you guys some sort of blog post. (As if you’ve been waiting for one…)
To tell you the truth, I’ve been trying to write for over a year, and nothing good has come out of these fingers of mine. I don’t feel like I can share anything worthwhile….
To be completely truthful, I have changed a lot in the last few years…. and I’ve seriously considered, more than once, giving up writing altogether. I know that any writer can identify with me there. I believe that there comes a point where we all feel like we weren’t meant to follow the path we thought was carved out for us. I’ve considered telling Tim to shut down the site, and I’d find another groove. But that would do no good to me… or anyone who has gotten anything from the words that come from my fingers. Writing is huge to me… and as much as I feel like I’m failing at it, I can’t give up on it.
I’m not where I used to be as a writer… I am a very, very different person. But here I sit, trying to revive the love for writing. I do love writing, under all the wear and tear of the last few years. You guys have inspired so many of the thoughts that have made their way to MunkieBabble. I appreciate all of that. I am not done writing… and I am still alive.
I’ve had a novel rolling around in my head for the better part of two decades… and I’ve gotten a good start, but I have since scrapped it. It’s not because the idea is bad… It’s actually quite brilliant, I think… if it’s done right. I feel like I need to be at the right mindset before I can do it any justice.
So, don’t think I’ve given up on MunkieBabble or my novel… If you’re my (good) friend, you know that I’m good at babbling… I’m a perfectionist, and am struggling to get anything out of my fingers that falls under “good enough.” I will keep trying… and when it comes out right… It will probably start to overflow. I know it’s been over a year, but give me some time…
My day generally begins with me waking up at 5:30am. However, I don’t find my way out of bed until 6:30am, simply because I am busy scrolling through my Facebook feed. I [need] to know what happened while I was asleep. I read Facebook in the morning like one would read a newspaper. I usually roll over, shut off the alarm, and start to read what’s going on in the lives of my friends and family. Then I check in again while I wait for my bagel, coffee, or whatever else may cause me to have a moment to do nothing on my way to work. While I wait, I look at Facebook. I might miss something that someone did, has an opinion about, saw, or found online. (Some of those videos are so far beyond adorable!)
Last night, I decided this behavior needs to come to a screeching halt, for several reasons.
So… I know I have been MIA on MunkieBabble lately… Or well, for nearly a year. My sister, of all people, was the one who pointed out exactly how long it had been since my last post… and made me feel guilty for not posting anything to be read. There’s a reason for the missing Munkie… A lot of little reasons, really. But one pretty big one…
The truth is… I have lost all ability to write anything worth posting. I have tried to write blogs four separate times in the last year, and all have failed miserably. I have come up with a topic… rolled it around for a while, and had a great direction in mind. Then… I got to my keyboard and couldn’t seem to get coherent words strung together to save my life. A couple of weeks ago was the last time I tried to write. It was horrible. I failed in ways that are utterly embarrassing. Well, embarrassing to me. I decided I was done writing… I had failed “long enough.” I was ready to call Tim, and tell him to shut down the MunkieBabble site… I just didn’t have it anymore.
I was pretty discouraged that night… I really believed that my days as a writer were over. Thinking about it for the last couple of weeks, I realized the problem. I have been trying to force myself to come up with things that would change the world. First of all, things that change the world are never forced. Second, I have been holding myself to a standard that is utterly unreachable. I have always been this way, in every part of my life. I have expected nothing but brilliance out of myself… and wouldn’t accept anything less.
The fact is, I am a writer. The way my fingers feel hitting keys is something that only writers understand. It’s a feeling of freedom – a feeling of peace. My fingers belong on the keyboard… and I need to continue to write. When I started writing on MunkieBabble, I was out to change the world. I don’t think that will ever go away, but I am a different person than I was 4 1/2 years ago, and my priorities and view on life in general has changed. I need to accept that I am not who I once was. (Honestly, I THANK GOD that I am not who I was then.)
I am unsure of the direction of MunkieBabble at this point… But I do know I am going to be making my writing a priority. I am probably not going to write endless earth-shattering posts… But I will be around and keep you guys updated on my thoughts and things going on in my life.
Where have I been? What am I doing?
This last year has been a whirlwind. I have a brilliant little boy (WHO IS ALMOST 9?!?!?!?!) … and he takes up most of my time. He’s one of the greatest friends God gave me and my absolute number one priority. I am still his mother first, but most of my adventures are with him by my side. He loves to learn, as do I… and we find so many ways to learn together. I will never feel old enough to have a child the age he is… but he makes me so proud.
I work full time, and I love my job. My job is more than just a job… I have gotten to know so many people over the years, adopting extra parents and grandparents. The rewards in working for them cannot be counted.
I help out at MiniMunkie’s school as much as time allows… and I have been blessed by the people God has placed in my path there. I have met so many awesome people, with such unique and inspiring stories. I can truly say that they’ve taught me so much — God places everyone around me for a reason.
When I am not working, with MiniMunkie, or doing things with school, I spend a lot of my time reading. I have always loved to read. Years ago, I stopped reading almost all together. I told myself (and others) that I just didn’t have time for it. The truth — I didn’t make time to read. I could have, but other things came first.
My priorities have changed in the last couple of years. I have done a complete 180, even if none of you have actually noticed a difference. It’s a personal 180, and I am proud of that. I have changed and grown as a person, and I am happy with where my priorities are. I do need to make room in my days to write… I will do my best. I have a goal to get my novel written. That fell behind when free time became very little. But for those of you waiting to read it… It will come.
For now, I need to get going… MiniMunkie is on his way through town with my mom, and I’d like to see him for a few minutes before he heads to his next summer vacation destination. It’s kind of sad that my 9 year old has a busier travel schedule than I do. He’s having a great time, though, and that’s what’s important. Until next time…
I am blessed. ❤
Yesterday, I went to the post office. Partly checking to see if I had any postcards… partly because I had some to send. To make a long story short, I had forgotten my stamps at home. I dug in my purse until I found the change I needed to buy one. Unlike another time, when I came up THREE CENTS SHORT, I found the coins, and went inside. There was a woman, probably in her late 50’s or early 60’s in line in front of me. I never escape a line at the post office. But I don’t think anyone does. Anyway… I stood there, waiting for my turn.
After going to a gas station where they had water in their tanks, my car is being looked at this morning… Just to make sure nothing is wrong with it. It runs fine, but the gas station is paying for repairs and whatnot, so I may as well make sure everything is okay.
Which brings me to where I am right now. I was at work an hour and a half early this morning, and not having had breakfast, I decided it would maybe be a good idea to find something.
Seriously, Munkie… No one finds you as hilarious as you find yourself.
Okay! On to my point…
I can’t be the only person who, as a child, sat at the window all day on my birthday, waiting for the mailman to come… because I knew he’d be bringing something for me. Most of my family lived far away, so birthday cards and packages were a guarantee.
A growing problem in this world is that people simply feel unloved, unwanted, and alone. We are all at different points in our lives, and we all feel alone sometimes, even if we are surrounded by people.
Have you ever felt that way? Been in a room full of people, and felt like you were in a glass box… watching everyone else laugh, while you feel like a ghost? Or maybe you’ve felt forgotten… by everyone. No calls, no texts, no messages… no emails. Even I, the social media queen, have felt this stuff… Forgotten… alone.
See, I think the real problem, is that of miscommunication. Or rather, none at all. We feel forgotten… as if no one has thought of us. The fact is, that is simply not the case. The problem is, we don’t have time… correction: don’t take the time, to let people know we are thinking of them.
I’ve decided this needs to change in my own life… and I challenge you to do the same. If something reminds me of someone, I am going to let them know. I will tell people I am thinking of them… no matter how well I know them. It doesn’t need to be a long, drawn out speech… A simple, “I was thinking of you, how are you?” … It doesn’t need to be a long conversation. Even just a quick note.
This is about loving those around me… whether I see them daily, or haven’t seen them in a decade. I am not going to let people think that I’ve forgotten the smile they’ve put on my face – today, yesterday, or 20 years ago. Will you do the same?
Hi Everyone! It’s that time again… Christmas is coming up fast! We get caught up in the preparation and craziness trying to find the PERFECT gift for our friends and family. We tend to forget all else. But the reality of Christmas is this: It is very expensive. We, as people with more than enough of everything we need, even struggle to make ends meet at this time of the year. But, do we really? I think most of us live with a lot of luxuries that we consider necessities of life. A mocha every morning? Going out for lunch daily? A treat for ourselves when we fill our cars with gas? Do any of these hit home? Even at this time of the year when we are spending extra money on gifts for our loved ones, we continue to fill our “need” for these luxuries – It’s only a few dollars, right? These few dollars add up. We wouldn’t struggle at all if we didn’t add these to our daily lists of things to buy.
YOU ARE SPECIAL. — Remember hearing that when you were a kid? It was the start of the “feel good” era… Or maybe the middle–I’m really not sure when that started. We all had to feel accepted; we had to feel like we were great. But we were all so busy feeling like we were special that most of us forgot that there are other people in the world. It was all about us. It was making sure everyone was appreciated for whatever it was they did. We wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, now would we?