I was walking into work today deep in thought. My mind was mauling over the previously mentioned “baggage” that 2015 is starting off with. We, as a family have some serious decisions facing us. I’m talking the heavy stuff but desperately wishing for the “paper or plastic?” decision making variety.
Let’s table the decision talk for awhile and face some facts. My beautiful Mom was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer. I’ll write more about this later but she is a general in her faith and one of the strongest women I know. It’s pretty sad when the “patient” (i.e. Mom) is telling the family member (i.e. Me et al.) “I’ll be ok.” We should be the ones encouraging her and yet, true to her nature, she continues to protectively care for us. She has begun the long treatment process (below) while we try to be useful…if nothing else we provide the sick, distorted, dysfunctional humor to distract and deny the facts.
But decisions are to be made and I was deep in thought. I was also being slightly pessimistic and maybe even a little pissed over the tendency of humans to meddle in the affairs of others and create unnecessary talk. With this talk comes wildly incorrect information and by the time it’s repeatedly circulated it becomes difficult to find even a nugget of truth in the muck. So yeah, I was pissed.
But God understands His creation and unconditionally loves. He is good. This fact I know regardless of the storms around me.
In His unconditional love and understanding of my extremely pessimistic thoughts I heard a voice belt out,
Now that’s the optimism I love!!
I chuckled as I appreciated the sarcasm and then looked up to see if God Himself had appeared in the flesh to deliver me this message. And he did. In the form of His human creation. A man, who was exiting the hospital and who I had failed to notice due to my self preoccupation, stood before me smiling from ear to ear. He repeated again,
Now that’s the optimism I love!
Keep it up and maybe we’ll get somewhere.
I paused and began to laugh truly appreciating the humor of my God. I was also at a total loss as to what in the heck this seemingly nice man was talking about. Just as I began to wonder if he was a Psych ward escapee he saved himself with,
It’s sixty degrees out right?!?
I mean you’re not wearing a coat so it must be warm! We can hope!!
I looked down at my body clad only with thin scrubs and a lab coat just as I felt the negative temps and wind hitting my skin. Oh yeah, a coat! Of course! I never wear one when I’m in the hospital. I don’t have a place to keep it and carrying it around with me all day? Not an option! So I have grown accustomed to rapidly scurrying across the parking lot before I turn into a human ice block.
Now it all made sense and I couldn’t help but marvel at the perfectly timed interaction. My God, what a God! I am truly thankful that He knows us and uses everyday occurrences to speak. I am always willing to be a girl interrupted…by God!
I am not God (shocking, I know) but in my humanness I’m going to speak. To all of those people who like to meddle, gossip, and delight in the misfortune of others…I feel sad for you. Sad that your life is not full enough to enjoy. But they say a picture is worth a thousand words and I believe my daughter actually says it the best…
Live your own life and forget about the lives of others unless you can actually offer sincere help.