“Good works is giving to the poor and the helpless,
but divine works is showing them their worth
to the One who matters.”
Criss Jamie
This...is Tommy! He's had a hard life...a multitude of bumps in the road. Besides that? His luck with other critters is...to put it mildly...bad, bad, bad.
This guy has hung around the neighborhood for goodness knows how long...I can't even remember! I imagine most neighborhoods are much like ours...with a multitude of strays...on and off the street. Some were so beaten up I think they succumbed during the wee hours and just disappeared. But...not Tommy! He's resilient.
He has lots of 'skin bumps'...probably ticks (don't like to fool w/ticks, do you?)...a little thin on the body but seemed happy enough. At least we surmised he was getting fed by many of the bleeding hearts, like M and me! He'd look at people w/that little cute face and who could help but love him?
Admittedly I wanted nothing to do w/him...initially, that is. But one day he moseyed over w/a terrible slit on his throat...how bad was that? Oh, it was terrible. Michael and our next door neighbor carried him to a vet who cleaned and stitched him up. Shortly thereafter, the neighbor moved so we've become Tommy's parents...apparently.
He made a quick recovery; but before long he showed up w/another minor injury which miraculously healed itself...big thank you for that. He really must have nine lives!
So here we are...feeding our indoor beauty (Gibby, the Rag doll) and homeless Tommy!
I get very concerned and anxious when Tommy doesn't greet me early mornings at our back door for his breakfast. It's a relief when sooner or later he appears, gobbles down his food...waters up and parks himself in our backyard for his 'catnap'. I've fallen in love with him...oh boy!
M and I had a talk one day about Tommy and homeless people....or people in dire need of help. We help them all we can...then they go on about their daily lives. So do we.
But somehow the visions and thoughts of them keep coming back to mind...I wonder what happens to them. Occasionally, they'll cross my path again. Makes my heart beat quicken and then...how can I reach out and help again? God, in His awesomeness, usually provides a way.
While shopping the other day M and I ran across a women who couldn't locate what she wanted; she thought I worked there 'cause she said I seemed to know what I was doing...wowee! M showed her what she wanted and later she asked if we'd been married a long time. That led to a most interesting lengthy conversation...she shared her life story w/us...a very heartwarming talk.
This week led to another encounter with someone who was anxious to talk and share about their marriage, children and God...how about that?
Ordinary people who just feel compelled to share...not necessarily share troubles...certainly not asking for anything...just sharing lives. Reaching out and touching...communicating...it's so very important. Communicating is not 'just words'...but words are important. Read on:
"Words have special powers.
The power to create smiles or frowns.
The power to generate laughs or tears.
The power to lift up or put down.
The power to motivate or de-motivate.
The power to teach good or evil.
The power to express love or hate.
The power to give or take. The power to heal or harm
Choose your words carefully."
A.D. Williams (1933-1990)
People are in and out of my life...just as they surely must be in yours! Think about it...somehow or other, a special aura comes and something special ocurs.
At Times M thinks I ask too many leading questions, etc...and perhaps people don't want to be bothered...but what about when they approach me (my family thinks I'm a magnet)? Well, snoop or magnet, no matter. My antenna's up 24/7...ready to receive whatever that special aura might bring my way.
And when 'that something' comes my way...somehow, it always seems to focus on our worth to the One who matters and incidentally I believe that 'special aura' is a God gift...special delivery!
From my heart...to yours,
Vasca
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