Several weeks ago, my family and I were walking out of a local grocery store towards our car. As we approached our vehicle, I noticed an elderly women sitting in the driver’s side of her car with her head in her hands and tears streaming down her face. Emily walked to the passenger’s side of our vehicle while I began loading our groceries into the car. My first thought was, "Emily is going to want to find out what's wrong and see if she can help."
Within seconds, Emily walked up behind me and let me know she had noticed the same thing that I had noticed and she was going to go find out if she could help. She had overheard parts of a phone conversation and it seemed that they elderly woman was distraught over not being able to purchase groceries for herself or her granddaughter.
Emily approached the woman, attempting to comfort her and discover the reason behind her tears. The woman explained that she was supposed to meet someone from her church at the grocery store and they were going to help her buy some groceries. For one reason or another they had contacted her and said they would be unable to make it.
Emily walked over to update me on the situation. At this point, I already knew what was about to happen. If there is anything that is always true about my wife it is the fact that she will always go out of her way to help others in a time of need.
Emily took the credit card and went back to help the elderly lady out of her car. I watched as my wife walked through the parking lot with the woman and eventually disappeared into the store. The elderly woman was using a walker, so I had plenty of time to soak in the entire scene.
A few moments before, she was a stranger in complete distress. Now, her countenance had completely changed. She wore a smile on her face and joy was radiating from her every step. A need, that she had no ability to meet herself, had been met by a complete stranger.
I wish that I had taken a picture of them as they walked in. I was so busy soaking in the moment, extremely proud of the action my wife had taken, that taking a picture never even crossed my mind.
In the end, my wife helped the woman purchase several things that were a necessity. She helped load the groceries into the elderly ladies car and watched as she drove off.
This world needs more of it.
When my son continues to jump off the furniture, climb the fence in the backyard or continues to do some other activity that he has been repeatedly told not do, he seems to always ending up injuring himself. More often than not, my first response is to lecture him.
"Well if you would have just obeyed…" or "I told you that was going to happen…"
But my wife? She comes running at the sound of his pain. She picks him up in her arms and loves him. Normally, the pain from the scrape, bump or bruise is gone within seconds. Even when a warning or command has been ignored, she is there to comfort him in his distress.
She shows compassion.
I admit, my strategy of lecturing while comforting is not the most effective… or comforting for that matter. I have much to learn from my wife in this area of compassion. I am always amazed at how well my son listens to my wife when she explain to him how he could have avoided getting hurt if he would have obeyed.
Ironically, I have a vast amount of similar stories that I could share about my own life. Sadly, most of my "wounds" have been much grander than simply a bump or a bruise. The warnings that I have ignored have often had much more drastic consequences. Yet, my mother has continued to love and comfort amidst my foolish ignorance.
This past August, as I walked with my wife answering one question after another about the affairs, lies and secrets regarding my hidden life, I expected the result of that conversation to be the beginning of the end of our marriage.
The reality is that the opposite was true. That moment was the beginning of our marriage. She looked me in the eye and said that she wasn't going anywhere. That she was going to fight for our marriage and she wanted me to join her in that fight.
She looked at me at my worst, amidst a plethora of lies, adultery and seemingly unforgivable sins, and she chose to love me.
She was showing me a deeper form of compassion than most refuse to ever show...
Since that moment, my life has been drastically transformed. While that transformation has been an incredible work by Almighty God, I do not believe that transformation would have taken place without the unfathomable love, mercy and forgiveness of two incredible women in my life.
They both have wept & prayed for me more than anyone else I know.
The words you are reading right now would never have been written if not for them.
Those women? My Mother and, the closest friend I have in the entire world, my Wife.
Thank you both for never giving up on me. Even when I had given up on myself.
When others wrote me off as someone who was spirally out of control and would never change,.. you never stopped praying.
When other's said love and forgiveness have their limits,.. you dug deeper and continued to love and forgive.
Your lives are truly a testimony of the love that Christ has shown to us all.
You are lights of hope and love in an incredibly dark and dreary world.
I am truly blessed.
Happy Mother's Day
I've celebrated 4 anniversaries of my 25th birthday. I have an amazing wife & an incredible son. God is transforming my life and I love to write. Here you will find my ramblings about what God has done, is doing and my dreams of what I hope He will do in the future. Thanks for coming along for the ride!