Many of you know that my home is a mixture of ages, seasons, and developmental stages. My husband and I are wrestling through being over the hill and journeying into the 50’s. Also living in the home is a middle schooler, a soon to be sophomore in college, and my parents who are in their 80’s. My oldest visits often and brings our first grandbaby to snuggle with and play games. Her games consist of waving goodbye and giggles.
Yesterday I had a choice to make. Do I keep my schedule to go to yoga, or attend an event with my parents at church. In God’s providence and timing, I ended up at church singing hymns, listening to God’s word, and being filled with a generation of people who know how to love and be kind. I’ve been in the working world for so long handling conflict, I was surprised by joy to find simple, loving conversation. For every comment I made, they had words of wisdom that poured into my life. From nervous thoughts about my new job to a dirty house, they would gently smile and their eyes seemed to look far off to remember and encouraging words were shared. I felt no judgment just continuous emotional hugs–sincere, authentic love.
One lady shared that she was 60 years old when she took a management job at a bank and that it made all the difference in the world for her financially and professionally. Another person shared that if people come to your house to see what’s in it versus visiting with you then don’t worry about them. I’m seriously overwhelmed by the boxes and clutter in my house from cleaning out three offices as a school social worker for 23 years. So if you come over, you just might see a mess. That needs to be okay.
Sitting across from me, a man shared how he had a wonderful dream about my husband and he had the sweetest smile. The lady sitting next to me shared her memories of doing Tai Chi in her backyard. I sprung to attention and shouted, “You are my soul sister!” I laughed and shared how I do yoga on the beach or outside and my children always say I’m embarrassing them. My long time mentor reminded me to not strive for more money, but more time with your family. In the end it’s your family you cling to, not your money. Over and over again folks would hug and share how much they love and enjoy each other.
It’s moments like these that brings your cynical mind to a place of purity and rest. Oh be careful not to let the world convince you that most are unkind, most are selfish, and that there is no time for the simple–singing, eating a meal, and speaking kindness into each other’s life.
Today I was able to do what I missed yesterday, and it seemed so right to do the activity today. What man plans, God may change. There are times we need to stick to our schedule, and there are times to abandon and listen to your soul not logic. Time marches on. I will always remember sitting next to my mom and dad singing Amazing Grace.
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Thank you for sharing this Anna! I love that you had such a sweet experience!
Thank you for your sweet, gentle care and your wonderful music! I love the songs you chose, and I love your leadership.