I've never been the most vocal gal about religion - not that I was ashamed or didn't believe in a bigger power - just have never been one to preach it. Church was something I had to attend...not always something I wanted to attend. In high school I'd show up begrudgingly or hungover. In college, I didn't go at all. You could say I'd "lost" my faith, but I feel it was a lack of looking and following the spiritual leaders that were placed before me - my mother being one of them. She's a smart woman...she gave me my "spiritual" space, but still would remind me about his plans...usually when I was upset about a boy, life, stress, etc.
Where am I going with this and why am I telling you this?
When I met my now husband, I was in a dark place and he was my light. He has ALWAYS been a sound believer and preacher - not in the annoying quit throwing your religion in my face kind of way, but in the "he loves everyone, let me just show you" kind of way. In other words, he helped guide me back to walking in Jesus' footsteps. I pay closer attention these days and turn my worries over to him, but like any human being I tend to push that voice to the back and proceed with what I want.
Yesterday, that voice couldn't be quieted. God is funny like that; he has a way of bringing you back down to earth when you least expect it. All weekend I'd been plotting, planning, and researching our landscaping "needs". I want a place for our boys to play and didn't care the cost(s) it would take to make it happen. I already started calling landscapers to get "quotes" and start the process of laying out our future lawn "needs". Remember, my boys are 2 and 2 1/2 months...they have NO IDEA they don't have true grass to play in or a "nicer" fence to keep them contained.
Sarasota is littered with parks - our favorite right down the street. Lil man wanted to go...so we did and it was PACKED. My son is not one to play with lots of other kids, but would prefer to watch or play solo, so we took a walk in search of the "moo-moo's" (cows). Since none could be found, we stopped in the open field across from the pasture to nurse his brother and let him run. There were two older boys, 7 yrs-ish, playing nearby. Out of nowhere they walked over to us and asked my lil man if he wanted to play with them. Instead of being loud, rough, or act like big boys, they calmly showed him their cars and what they could do - he was mesmerized! They were SO sweet to him - a kid many years younger than them! While they were happily showing him their cars, one started telling him about his current life situation. "Did you know I'm homeless? That means I don't have a home of my own." - my heart jumped out of my chest. These two little boys had no home, yet it did't seem to phase them.
God's funny like that - I needed to be humbled. My children have SO much while others have SO little. It was a much needed reminder that life isn't about what we have or want, but seeing the beauty that's around us. Unbeknownst to these sweet boys, they were helping my son - teaching him the lessons of playing and sharing with others. Being gentle and kind to a child that they didn't know is extremely shy around other children. Giving this Momma a much needed break from 24/7 playmate. SHOWING this Momma that there are more important things in life than a pre-conceived notion of a "pretty" yard.
They showed lil man how to throw his frisbee - he said "wow" with a big grin on his face. As they went to run off to their next play spot, I thanked them for playing so nicely with him and they responded, "you're welcome, but he didn't really play, just watched us." Oh sweet boys, you don't know how much you helped this Momma and little boy.
I came home and mowed our "grass" a.k.a. weeds - they didn't look so bad after all.