carmen
12-2010-13, 10:00 AM
"The face of love"
"How big is your love for me?" the man asked.
"Papa, I can't go that big!" the child said as
he jumped up in the air.
They both laughed.
It was then I spent the rest of the day in
search of that kind of love. I just didn't know it.
I was shopping. I just got back home.
I realized that I had not sent a message out to
you today. So, I sat down and said, "What do you
want me to tell them, God?"
The words, "The face of love," came to me.
Trusting that God would lead me, I just began
to type.
I remembered that moment with the child
and a hundred other moments just like it.
I remembered the same look I saw on
an elderly woman who was pushing a cart
through WalMart. It appeared she was trying to
follow her family, a younger couple who, because
they were not tethered to a cart, seemed to
think they could just go anywhere without thinking
about the woman.
I watched for a moment and no matter where the
woman stood she appeared to be in someone's way.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she repeated time and again.
She moved to one side and then the other, always
smiling that smile no one could get angry at. That
is until one man nudged her with his cart and said,
"Could you stand somewhere out of the way?"
The woman smiled and said, "Yes, when I'm dead
I'll be six feet under. Until then I'll just stand here
with my family. I suggest you go around."
I wanted to cheer! I wanted to clap.
Instead, I pushed my cart next to her's pretending
to be shopping nearby.
She smiled. I smiled.
And then it happened. Her daughter turned,
placed her hands on each side of her face and
said, "I love you Mom."
She turned to me with a tilt to her head and
an elfish grin, said "She loves me!"
There it was again.
I saw it everywhere I went today and yet,
when I sat down to write I had no idea what
I was going to write about.
Until God showed me, "The face of love"
"I wish you enough!"
"How big is your love for me?" the man asked.
"Papa, I can't go that big!" the child said as
he jumped up in the air.
They both laughed.
It was then I spent the rest of the day in
search of that kind of love. I just didn't know it.
I was shopping. I just got back home.
I realized that I had not sent a message out to
you today. So, I sat down and said, "What do you
want me to tell them, God?"
The words, "The face of love," came to me.
Trusting that God would lead me, I just began
to type.
I remembered that moment with the child
and a hundred other moments just like it.
I remembered the same look I saw on
an elderly woman who was pushing a cart
through WalMart. It appeared she was trying to
follow her family, a younger couple who, because
they were not tethered to a cart, seemed to
think they could just go anywhere without thinking
about the woman.
I watched for a moment and no matter where the
woman stood she appeared to be in someone's way.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she repeated time and again.
She moved to one side and then the other, always
smiling that smile no one could get angry at. That
is until one man nudged her with his cart and said,
"Could you stand somewhere out of the way?"
The woman smiled and said, "Yes, when I'm dead
I'll be six feet under. Until then I'll just stand here
with my family. I suggest you go around."
I wanted to cheer! I wanted to clap.
Instead, I pushed my cart next to her's pretending
to be shopping nearby.
She smiled. I smiled.
And then it happened. Her daughter turned,
placed her hands on each side of her face and
said, "I love you Mom."
She turned to me with a tilt to her head and
an elfish grin, said "She loves me!"
There it was again.
I saw it everywhere I went today and yet,
when I sat down to write I had no idea what
I was going to write about.
Until God showed me, "The face of love"
"I wish you enough!"