Why is it so important to go out? In this month of hibernation, at least that’s what I call January, I tend to hole up inside and try to ride out the cold. Results for me, are major restlessness, isolation, depression, and feelings of yes, sadness. Going out despite the cold can bring me around. Shopping trips, movie dates, meals out, with or without friends and family can help me crawl up enough to see over the rim of my hole.
Milling about with strangers, sharing a smile, an uplifting greeting, a shared laugh, bring me joy. We are all Your children, Dear Lord; this fact doesn’t escape me during spontaneous moments of shared life in this world.
Help me remember the world is part of who I am and others are there experiencing similar feelings and longings. I am never alone, that is a promise You have made, Lord. Your presence can be private, or there in the face of another. Bless You for your constant reminders that life is intended to be lived fully. Encounters with others can make a positive difference in my life and theirs as well. Bless You, Father, for encouraging me to climb out and brave the coldness I sometimes allow to take up residence in my heart. Amen
This is one of my favorite hymns.
Author: Charles D. Meigs
Lord, let me live from day-to-day,
In such a self-forgetful way,
That even when I kneel to pray,
My pray’r shall be for OTHERS.
Others, Lord, yes, others,
Let this my motto be;
Help me to live for others,
That I may live like Thee,
Help me in all the work I do
To ever be sincere and true,
And know that all I’d do for you
Must needs be done for OTHERS. [Refrain]
Let “Self” be crucified and slain
And buried deep, nor rise again
And may all efforts be in vain,
Unless they be for OTHERS. [Refrain]
So when my work on earth is done,
And my new work in heav’n’s begun,
May I forget the crown I’ve won,
While thinking still of OTHERS. [Refrain]
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch. ~Walt Whitman
I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness…
beaming peace like the North Star.
I wanted to ask, “What aisle did you find
your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years or how to live alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess
some knowledge that makes the earth turn and burn on its axis—”
But we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”
~Alison Luterman, “I Confess” [Gosh, I have wanted to say something like this so many times to ladies, and men too, at the store.