Well, here I am at 9:06 PM on Thursday night writing, as my Mom calls it, my “blob.” It’s been a busy week and an even busier day. But, it sure is nice to sit down in the quiet of my home with nothing but the sound of my dogs footsteps and a dryer ball bouncing around in the dryer. The only thing that could make this moment better is if the clothes in the dryer would fold themselves. By the way, if anyone figures out how to make that happen, please contact me with details ASAP!
Earlier this week, I was totally struck by the sweetest conversation between two people. After checking into Presbyterian Hospital for a little blood work (I knew I was a rare breed, but knowing I may have rare blood is newsworthy for this gal). As I sat in the waiting area, an older man in a plaid driving cap sauntered over to the couch next to me. What I presume to be his daughter, joined him. As soon as she sat down beside him, he turned to her and said, “Thank you for taking the day off to take care of me. I know you’re very busy.” She then replied with conviction, “I wouldn’t be anywhere else. You’re my priority.”
Tears, I mean, big ole’ alligator tears filled my eyes. That exchange between a father and his daughter was just SO raw and SO genuine and SOOOOOOOO sweet. My heart had a Texas size smile that day. And, if eavesdropping on their conversation wasn’t a social faux pas, I would have totally joined them on the couch in celebration of their perspective and priorities.
Love is the most powerful force in this world. It can brighten days. It can give hope. It can change lives. To be loved and cared for is, honestly, the greatest gift we have as humans.
Years ago, I pulled a quotation from one of Oprah’s first “O” Magazines. It was written by a Rabbi whose name I cannot remember, but his words are tattooed on my memory. He said, “In all things good, I see God.” On that day, in between morning traffic and blood being sucked out of my arm, I saw God in the love between a father and his daughter. And, it lifted my spirits so high that three days later, I’m still talking about it and relishing that moment. It wasn’t my moment. But, I thank God for allowing me to be a spectator of His love.
May you not only be loved and give love, may you experience daily the presence of God’s love for you. It’s neverending. And, it’s the sweetest love of all.
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