When my oldest daughter was one year odl we gave her a doll for Christmas...what little girl doesn't want a doll baby. After opening it she immediately threw it across the room and ran straight for her father's present, a bright shiny red thermos and began screwing the cap off and on and pretending to pour liquid into the cup and drink it...
I was heartbroken that she did not want the gift...but what's the point...she was a child...she saw what meant a lot to her...would I do it differently now...no. Did she get another doll...yes...many.
You see things have a way of working out so that eventually everyone comes to understand one another better...see if no one walked out of this conversation that's good but have we been listening...I am trying...I am not perfect...have done plenty oops here...can we love one another not because we are the same but BECAUSE we are different???
Twenty five years ago I married a man who was different than me in many ways. And here we are a quarter of a century later still living in the same place together, eating from the same table together and using the same bathroom.
Our lowest point came 4 years ago when Father Leslie left town for a year long Blindness Rehabilitation Program. Travelling between Philly and Baltimore was expensive and I had just lost 2 jobs! We didn't see each other in person very often except for the times I could beg a ride...Down to one temp job which gave maybe one or two shifts a week and a little disability income...juice and crackers became regular fare for my daughter and I. Two months into the training Father Leslie hit rock bottom spiritually, emotionally and in ever other way....away from everyone and everything he had ever known it was with sheer stubborness that he fought his way through the next 10 months of training. There were also many people gathered across the internet world praying for him !
Upon returning to the city having lost our home, car and almost everything we had worked so hard for most of our lives he found a room in a boarding home until he could get his head together. Within a few months he came to live in the tiny apartment Gee and I had found. Gone were the 6 bedrooms, huge yard and the JEEP...everything gone...and worst of all...gone was his eyesight and his feelings of having control over his life...HOWEVER, one good thing happened--the answer to PRAYER...he had returned home to a miracle...a 50 year old blind, black man had a job in the middle of the worst recession ever to hit this country !
Another GOOD thing had happened...for the first time in our lives we had learned NEVER to take ANYONE or ANYTHING for granted...we were back together now, a roof over our heads, food in the frig (not fancy but nutritious) and we have weathered the daily storms of learning to recommunicate without Leslie being able to see himself in the mirror to shave each morning and not being able to see my face...oh how much we humans take for granted!
COULD EACH OF US DO WHAT FATHER LESLIE has done...I couldn't get on that bus every day with that da*n white cane and travel alone throughout the city having people stopping me on street corners and at bus stops, putting their hands on me and offering to PRAY for healing for my blindness...
OUR FAITH is between us and GOD...can we stop playing GOD with each other...
For those of us who PRAY on a regular basis...do you PRAY for God to do YOUR will or to do GOD'S will...
And for those who do not call out the name of GOD(DESS)...do we really need an explanation for someone else's suffering and pain?
Can we give others the HUMAN DIGNITY of working out their own
" Salvation "
Nothing wrong with sharing & CARING...if someone prays for you say thank you and be on your way.
And if someone says they really don't care if you PRAY or not...continue to PRAY..OKAY?
You never know what could happen...we might actually
BECOME FRIENDS in the process...
We are ALL CHILDREN of One Unidiversity!
LOVE YOU ALL VERY, VERY MUCH !
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