Monday, July 25, 2011

Consider the Story


She’s the one who takes up the center of the grocery store aisle shuffling and slumped over her shopping cart. You try to pass by with the cell phone to your ear as precious minutes tick away from your busy day.

Perhaps they’re the one whose tail lights flash proof of a driver indecisive about which road to take and your frustration builds to nearly honking them out of your way.

Or maybe you see her each afternoon when you pick up the kids. She doesn’t stand with the other parents in front of the school; but rather far off in the shadows…alone with eyes downcast and deep in her world.

Lately, it’s they who are content to live life on the sidelines whose story speaks loudest to my heart. The Lord casts light on their faces as they pass in the crowd, and He magnifies each one. He shows me how none are to be minimized nor have they been created less than awesome. I’m striving to see each one as the Father sees them…just as He sees me. Each with a story to tell. A reason for their now.

There IS a story in their eyes - so much more to the faces we see. So much more hidden in their words – often rehearsed, safely tucked away behind the smile.

How easily I, too, can be that woman shuffling along in the way of others. Indecisive about which road to take. Scoffed at. Not given a second glance or a second thought to my now. Perhaps even owning the shadows for a time.

Knowing all it would take is one genuine heart reaching out to another, not stepping over or going around…but lifting up. One who cared about the story that lies beneath…waiting to be told…to be heard.

We each have one.

What’s yours?

“Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.

(Phil. 2:1-4) NIV

7 comments:

  1. Everyone does have a story. I don't want to quickly pass by those in the way or in the shadows. Father, break my heart for what breaks Yours.

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  2. Oh, I love this post Debbie... "How easily I, too, can be that woman shuffling along in the way of others. Indecisive about which road to take. Scoffed at. Not given a second glance or a second thought to my now. Perhaps even owning the shadows for a time." ME TOO! And this is SO true... "Knowing all it would take is one genuine heart reaching out to another, not stepping over or going around…but lifting up." Lovely post, with your heart all over it :) Blessings!

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  3. Oh Debbie, what a beautiful post and oh-so-true....we must have compassion for all, not knowing what they are going through or what their story may be ~ sending you hugs and love, Dawn

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  4. Beautiful Debbie! So true too. I know I am often that shuffling indecisive woman too. We never truly know what someone else is going through...

    Blessings,
    Mel
    Please feel free to stop by: Trailing After God

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  5. Debbie, as one who lives often in the shadows, thank you! This is a wonderful post and a reminder that we all need to be willing to open up and be there for each other.

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  6. So beautifully written. Very interesting to me how this has been on my heart also. I haven't as yet blogged about it, but it is there. I have been one fortunate enough to have lived in both worlds. These last few years have been one in the shadows. I have realized that it can be a place of comfort in just learning to "be" and not to have to "be known." Thanks for your blog. It was lovely to read and reflective.

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  7. Lovely! This is a perfect reminder for busy...to not let the busy shift my focus away from God's greatest command..."Love other people."

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