It was like what I expected. And I'm pretty good at adjusting to social things, thanks to You. The neighbors showed me the house, warned me about the conditions and smell. Three cats, and so much clutter and trash. I started on the bedroom. The cats had been there a lot. Apparently she'd made a path to the bed, and the rest of the room was floor-to-ceiling piles. It wasn't today, though. I helped clear out everything that remained. The cat hair and other leavings could have filled a salad bowl.
I was sneezing and runny-nosed, but enjoyed my work. I felt like singing. But I was ready to leave when it was time. I'm glad they were willing to tell me more of their story. A lot of things made sense. Cancer. Divorce. Multiple jobs. Exhaustion... we are so vulnerable.
But one thing I kept thinking was, "Grow your loving for the living...". I actually sang "Ace" on the ride home. Keepsakes of the past can literally suffocate you. And if they don't help you live, and love the living, they need to go. Let it go.
Her daughter came for a little while. I felt for her: it must have been embarrassing to find me there more or less "on charity". She was apologetic. She struck me before as painfully self-conscious. Flawless makeup and dress - and she is lovely. Really gorgeous. But not comfortable. Constantly trying to compliment others and be non-obtrusive, to the point that it's distracting. The darling. Lord, give her steadiness and freedom and release and boldness and fearlessness and an unshakable identity in You.
I was sneezing and runny-nosed, but enjoyed my work. I felt like singing. But I was ready to leave when it was time. I'm glad they were willing to tell me more of their story. A lot of things made sense. Cancer. Divorce. Multiple jobs. Exhaustion... we are so vulnerable.
But one thing I kept thinking was, "Grow your loving for the living...". I actually sang "Ace" on the ride home. Keepsakes of the past can literally suffocate you. And if they don't help you live, and love the living, they need to go. Let it go.
Her daughter came for a little while. I felt for her: it must have been embarrassing to find me there more or less "on charity". She was apologetic. She struck me before as painfully self-conscious. Flawless makeup and dress - and she is lovely. Really gorgeous. But not comfortable. Constantly trying to compliment others and be non-obtrusive, to the point that it's distracting. The darling. Lord, give her steadiness and freedom and release and boldness and fearlessness and an unshakable identity in You.
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