Emotions
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Yesterday was an odd day for me.
I started on the road at 10:45am bringing my kids to a birthday party in Ancaster. On the drive there I was almost in tears as we headed down King St. I often feel this way as I drive on this road. When I am by myself I often pray so load in the car I am almost yelling. The heart ache and sadness I see on this street makes me feel so lucky to have what I do. I feel like I can't pray enough or loud enough for this community.
Next I did some kettle pick ups and drop offs. The traffic was soooo thick on the mountain. I was not in a rush but looking at the faces of the drivers around me made me feel weepy again. The stress, anger and impatience. Wow.
From there I picked up my kids, took them home and went to stand at one of the kettles. I met Edith there. She just needed to talk. She needed to know she is loved, that being sad is alright and that her love for her family is above and beyond what most people have . I learned of her husband, her daughter (their only child) and the struggles of going to the nursing home every day to visit her husband. I struggled not to cry as I learned of how much love this lady has for her family, how lonely she is and what a beautiful spirit she has. After 30 minutes of talking she decided she could head home.
A little while later we had our annual Jefferyear Christmas. The kids played, yelled, and ran around. The grownups chatted laughed and tried not to get in the way of the kids. Good food, good friends, good times!
I ended my evening, relaxing on the couch and reflecting on my day. Interesting, emotions, thankful.
I started on the road at 10:45am bringing my kids to a birthday party in Ancaster. On the drive there I was almost in tears as we headed down King St. I often feel this way as I drive on this road. When I am by myself I often pray so load in the car I am almost yelling. The heart ache and sadness I see on this street makes me feel so lucky to have what I do. I feel like I can't pray enough or loud enough for this community.
Next I did some kettle pick ups and drop offs. The traffic was soooo thick on the mountain. I was not in a rush but looking at the faces of the drivers around me made me feel weepy again. The stress, anger and impatience. Wow.
From there I picked up my kids, took them home and went to stand at one of the kettles. I met Edith there. She just needed to talk. She needed to know she is loved, that being sad is alright and that her love for her family is above and beyond what most people have . I learned of her husband, her daughter (their only child) and the struggles of going to the nursing home every day to visit her husband. I struggled not to cry as I learned of how much love this lady has for her family, how lonely she is and what a beautiful spirit she has. After 30 minutes of talking she decided she could head home.
A little while later we had our annual Jefferyear Christmas. The kids played, yelled, and ran around. The grownups chatted laughed and tried not to get in the way of the kids. Good food, good friends, good times!
I ended my evening, relaxing on the couch and reflecting on my day. Interesting, emotions, thankful.
hey margie!
11:19 AMI had the exact same rollar coaster of emotions, but on saturday ... praying and standing at kettles, seeing sadness, anger, happiness, and then spent the night at home for a christmas thing and catching up with my cousins and brothers laughing!! weird eh? but wonderful!