Just some musings

Today, was my library day. I like to drive different ways
to the library just for a change of scenery. I have some new music
to listen to and I wasn't in a hurry so I took the long way.

Near where we used to live is a park. As I was driving by the park
I was reminded of a daily scene of life that I had the privileged of watching.
Every after noon in the park would be this man and his wife. When I first noticed
them she had had a bad stroke and she used a walker, while her husband walked
beside her in tiny half steps. She would struggle and he was always by her side.
Sometimes I would just cry and pray that God would help her. Then the day
came when she just used the cane and she could make it almost all around the park.
I cheered to myself as she walked a tiny bit better.
Then the day came as she held onto her husband's arm, like a young couple on a date.
They would walk and he would lean his head down to her as she would look up at
him and they would walk on the side walk just them.


I felt like was invading something holy so I would look away and smile as I was so happy
for them.
Then I didn't see them for awhile, but then the day came and she was back to the walker
walking even slower than before and her husband walking beside her taking his careful
half steps as they could only walk just a little ways down the sidewalk.
I cried that day, oh how I cried as I drove on my way, and I admit I did ask God why.


One day I was driving home from someplace and I could see in the distance that I was
going to be driving into a cloud burst. As I got close to the park I could see the lady with
her walker and her husband in the deluge. I pulled into the park and got out of my car and ran
to them. As I got to her and rain was streaming down their faces and down mine too,
" I said, I have my car can I take you someplace?" She looked at me with the most radiant
smile and said, " Oh, no, I love the rain. " I looked up at her dear husband who smiled and
said, " we have always enjoyed walking in the rain."

I said okay and once again I cried at the beauty that was there, at the love that they had
and I felt I was standing on hallowed ground. I watched them walk in the rain. As I got
ready to pull out of the park, I noticed other cars and other people running to those
wonderful people and I saw them smile the way they smiled at me and I smiled to know
that the daily drama in the park was being noticed by others.

Today when I drove by the park, I looked for them and I remembered how they had blessed
my life, how they without knowing showed me courage and tender love. They showed me
what commitment looks like and above all they showed me that in the midst of a trial
that God is real.


I got to the library and did what I always did and as I got up to the check out counter
the wonderful lady behind the desk got a phone call. As I stood and waited and she mouthed
she was sorry, I could tell something was wrong. She got off the phone to say her Dad had
just had a stroke. I told her I would pray for her and I have been all afternoon.
But it reminds me that around us daily there are daily dramas that if we let them
will change our lives, if we pay attention.

I was just thinking all this and I just wanted to share it with you today.

Thanks for reading,
~Kim~