Living Simply
Oatmeal with fresh-from-the garden blueberries for breakfast.
Will work on paperwork, bills and laundry today.
One might say it’s mundane but then I looked the word up at dictionary.com and found out what the word really means.
Mundane: of or pertaining to this world or earth as opposed to heaven.
Never thought it had anything spiritual associated with it.
I hate forwards. Hate them! Hate them! Hate them! Especially ones that say “forward this to 10 people and in 5 minutes” — yeah, right.
Occasionally though I read through one that has some meaning. Such is the one that my sister sent me. I checked to see if the story was true and unfortunately, it’s not.
But that doesn’t take away from the sentiment. It’s called Crabby Old Man.
Supposedly written by a man who was in a nursing home, died and the nurses found this among his belongings. I can’t find who the real author is.
Crabby Old Man
“What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or a shoe?
Who, resisting or not lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse cause you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet..
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide them and secure a happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman’s beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me my wife is now dead.
I look at the future and shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles grace and vigor depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young guy still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see.
Not a crabby old man ~ Look closer ~ See ME!!”
(Author Unknown)
When I read this, it spoke to my heart. Most of my friends are “older.” I don’t know how common that is.
But I enjoy sitting with them, talking and spending time with them.
They truly appreciate having my company. Especially the ones who can’t get out of their homes or are in nursing homes or adult family homes.
I find that even if people aren’t elderly, they enjoy knowing that someone cares about them. A card, a call, a smile. It takes so little to make someone’s day.
I was reading an article this morning in the Adventist Review, June 27th issue, by a woman named Tara VinCross.
The article was quite intriguing. It started off with the birth of Christ.
How the untouchable God became touchable when He “put on” the flesh of human beings.
In this way He could become better known.
Then she goes on to talk about how being touched makes us vulnerable.
“To let other people touch you, to let them reach out and come in contact with you, can make you weak. You are vulnerable, and the contact is only an example of the infinite physical, spiritual and emotional vulnerabilities.”
Wow! How true that is. Most of us live in a touchless society.
We have Facebook, MySpace, Twitter — social networks. These sites barely cover the surface of getting to know people. Sure, you can get updates on people and know what’s going on in their lives. In that regard their purpose is accomplished.
But it’s not the same as taking in a ballgame with a friend. Sitting on a porch and drinking lemonade on a warm day. Going for a hike.
Getting to know the person one-on-one. Personally. Intimately. Even to the point of knowing their weaknesses ~ not just their strengths.
Tara goes on to say “Somehow we have gotten this idea that we are not supposed to share our weaknesses as Christians.”
Yes Tara. You are right. Surface friendship. Of course, that term is an oxymoron but I’ll use it for now.
And continuing: “We try to keep ourselves up on pedestals and let people believe that we have it all together. But we know that if people got close to us they would see that we have issues too.”
Really? Yes. It’s true. We all have issues.
We are all broken inside. Blame it on your father, your mother, your sister, your brother, your neighborhood, the food you ate or didn’t eat, the microwave, etc. etc. etc.
Now that we’ve acknowledged our brokenness, what are we doing about it?
Are we helping each other get through it or are we pointing the finger at each other?
Jesus came in the flesh and allowed people to touch Him. He made Himself available to be touched.
I want to be able to touch and be touched. So if you see my weaknesses, please help to lift me up because after all, I’m just like you.
Hmmm … life, as it is.
Listening to Pandora again tonight.
A new song I like — By Your Side.
The lyrics are so powerful!
“Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I’m not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run
And I’ll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don’t fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you”
If we could only appreciate the nail scarred hands that hold us up every day.
We can find no better friend, no one who will love us better — who truly wants what is best for us because He loves us.
I have no place to run but into His arms.
Life … He has given it to me and I shall try to live it as He sees fit for me.
As I was heading out today to say goodbye to a friend who is moving to Nebraska, I stopped into my favorite coffee house. Peets. Ordered my usual – nonfat, extra hot, hot chocolate with no whip. Yeah, it’s hot in Seattle but I still like my cocoa …
When I went to the counter to wait for them to make it, I turned around and saw an old friend.
He’s literally old, if one thinks 80 is old.
I had such a warm feeling when I saw him. It’s been 3-4 years and we parted on not-so-good terms.
Part of the problem was that he was married and he was having an emotional semi-physical love affair with someone else.
It didn’t help that his wife was at home sick and on her death bed.
I thought how disrespectful it was of him. How unloving. How cruel.
His wife probably never found out but for me that’s not the point. It’s the betrayal.
I confronted him about the situation. He told me it was none of my business.
Since he was a leader in our church, I felt it was all of our business.
They both left our church because of other issues so no one had to really address the problem and quite frankly I think I was the only one who knew although many people suspected.
I had been thinking about this friend recently because he and his “new” wife visit an elderly friend of ours.
It’s always a blessing for me to see other people visit the lonely — especially when they are elderly.
I wondered how to reach him to thank them.
Then — poof! God puts him right in my path.
We had a great “reunion.” I thanked him profusely for his ministry in caring for others. Not every one wants to do that “kind” of work.
We hugged and parted.
As I left, I thought about how our friendship had changed.
Back then, I thought more of the “it” that he was doing instead of the person and what he was experiencing. Loneliness, a need to be touched and loved.
I can’t justify the “it” but I can’t dismiss the human needs either.
We are told that “all things work together for good.” It’s not what we think our good should be but what God thinks is good.
Sometimes we think that life is treating us unfair. But who are we to judge what is fair and unfair when it comes to what God allows in our life?
Loneliness can help us in reaching out and empathizing with those who are going through the same struggles.
The same with any other emotion we feel.
There is something to be learned but how often we cut it short.
Awhile ago I read a story about a caterpillar. A young boy had found it and kept it. He watched as the caterpillar “grew.” One day he noticed that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon. After awhile a small hole appeared.
He kept watching the caterpillar and was worried as it seemed to be struggling so hard. It looked like it wasn’t going to make it.
He got a pair of scissors and enlarged the opening to help the caterpillar become into the beautiful butterfly it was supposed to be.
He waited.
The shriveled & swollen body of the caterpillar just lay there. It crawled but could never fly.
Later he found out that the struggle was necessary for the caterpillar to become a butterfly.
The struggle through the tiny opening of the cocoon apparently pushes the fluid out of its body and onto the wings so that it can fly.
God allows us to struggle sometimes because He can see how wonderful we can become.
We help each other along the way on this globe called earth. As much as the battles inside us hurt, in the end we can become more beautiful than we imagine.
No one can ever really know the struggles someone else is going through. Sometimes we try to help but other times it’s best we leave them alone so that the “fluid” (Spirit) will make them strong and they can fly.
The next time your friend is struggling — remember that it’s not just about the “it” of what they’re doing/not doing but also about their humanness.
After all, it’s life …. as it is.
It’s cruel to dangle food in front of a starved person.
But life does not always treat us the way we would like.
So — go ahead. Starve. Because sometimes the food that’s dangled can kill you.
Life … as it is.
Woke up this morning to an interesting proverb from Proverbs 15:22.
Ever wondered if you gave your friends a choice between $1 bil or your friendship if they would choose you?
Went to church on Saturday and the service was very nice although I’m not into “patriotic” services.
The day is just about over.
Ran errands.
Went to Peets for a hot chocolate.
Drove to Shilshole beach and watched the waves crash onto the rocks, the birds soaring in the air, the boats sailing by and had an ice cream.
Thought about my life, introspected and reflected.
Got the battery changed in the car.
Came home and made dinner — homemade blueberry muffins, vegetarian teriyaki skallops, rice and fresh green beans.
Watching my husband from the bed as he sits in front of his computer and I listen to Christian contemporary music on Pandora.
“My Desire” by Jeremy Camp.
“You want to be whole, you want to have purpose inside
You want to have virtue and purify your mind”
One day I’ll be whole. One day — in heaven.
I’m not so mad at God anymore. Just a little. But He’s slowly healing my stony heart and making it a heart of flesh. Thank you Jesus!