I sat next to a lady at lunch this week in the inner city. Her right arm was in a cast so it took a while for her to eat. Everyone greeted her and she seemed to know everyone in some way. As I struck up conversation with her I asked her some unthreatening questions about her life- the first step in building some kind of relationship. It wasn’t about getting the whole story, but rather to be available and see how God would move. She mentioned that she was a grandmother of four, so I asked her if she saw her grandchildren much. Her eyes filled with tears and we sat in silence for a while. I gently touched her arm and said quietly: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” My heart was filled with compassion. After a while she shared that she had no family in Kansas City and that she misses her grandson who used to live with her a lot. As we chatted she shared some of her current challenges with a broken arm. Challenges like moving furniture and doing dishes. I suggested that maybe some of
Life is a journey full of weird and interesting experiences. As the years go by, what was once new and different, has become part of the ordinary and usual. And those things which once brought amazement, no longer catch my attention. So instead of letting the new and exciting fade into nothing, I want to try to capture and keep some of these moments.