Angel of Mercy….

Took a break at lunch to run an errand to the fabric store and ran into my good friend Nancy. I had been thinking of her that morning and here she was. What an unexpected delight to run into someone you absolutely love and because of our busy lives don’t get to see too often … in fact rarely, if it weren’t for church!  “Let’s go to lunch and catch up,” she said. “Oh, yes!”  So, we had to be efficient with our time…..I went one way to get my purchases and she went another way.  I finished and went to the cutting table to help her cut the fabric while she put away some fabric she had decided against.

I was standing next to a lady who was having a fainting spell. I was distracted and didn’t really realize what was going on until she came toward me. I grabbed her arm but was unprepared and she felt in dead weight. I was still holding on but she banger her mouth against a shopping cart handle. All I was able to do was break her fall a bit to the ground.  That was all the useful I could be.  Nancy swooped in and sat on the ground so the woman would have her lap as a pillow. The blood from her blow to the mouth began but Nancy in her soothing voice reassured the woman that she was ok and that she just fainted. The blood was only from her lip cutting on her mouth. She helped her stop the bleeding.

Nancy asked her what her name was and if there was someone she could call. Did her husband drive and could he come?  How could she know to ask those questions in the midst of a panic (well, the panic of everyone else)?  She even thought to ask where her keys were so they would not be separated from her. She told her the paramedics would be here to check her out and soothed her by lightly rubbing her back.  Nancy calmly told me to call her husband and gave me his name and hers and told me what to say.  I was thankful for a job to do.

The paramedics came and did their thing. Nancy made sure Ellen’s purse was near her and we quietly slipped out of the store.  We  reflected on the series of events later. We were in the right place at the right time.

I am sure Ellen is wondering tonight who that Angel of Mercy was……

she won’t know it (and that’s just the way its supposed to be) but it’s my friend Nancy who uses the gifts God designed her to have. How do I know God designed her with the gift of Mercy?  Because she slips into that service so naturally. It’s always something amazing and beautiful to behold when someone uses their gifts to serve others.

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Mothers….

I hope you had a great Mother’s Day.  I added to my “book” of poems and letters I have received over the years from my kids……it is getting quite thick.  Everytime I add to the collection it is an opportunity to reflect on something of the past.

Yes, my kids are 21 and 22 now and getting quite good at writing and expressing their sentiments. They are getting creative too…..Elizabeth wrote her sentiments on my Facebook wall this year! It’s fun to look at the poems from long ago.

Here is one from my son who is now a songwriter (among other musical gifts he has). Curiously, although this was his Mother’s Day poem to me as a boy, he entitled it “Life”. He was 10 years old.

“Mom’s are really cool. When you were a baby they wiped your drool. But now you’re one and you learn to walk. But who teaches you how to walk?  You’re mom. Now you’re two, you’re quite a bother and you drink out of a glass. But who teaches you?  You’re mom.  You’re three and you’re four and you wear no more stinky diapers and you learn to sing like Jesus Loves Me, Old McDonald and lots of other songs. You’re four and you go to preschool and you learn your A,B,C’s, your numbers and lots of other stuff. You’re five you go to kindergarten, you learn to write better, you learn to read now. You’re six and you learn about God and you learn to spell and you learn to play lots of games. You’re in 1st grade, you learn about History and learn to eat with your mouth closed. You’re almost 8 now. You’re 8 and in second grade. You do handwriting,m you learn about math like 124+3=127 and now you’re 9, you’re in third grade, you learn 5×7=35 and stuff like that. Now you’re 10, you’re in fourth grade and you learn Math, History, Math, Pre Algebra, English and Science. Now that’s the story of my life. To my wonderful mom, Melissa Salomon.

My mom is great, my mom is good

My mom is really great

She’s really never late

She loves me very much

More like the brady bunch

I love her alot

and she knows I never rot

So that’s my cool mom

And my name’s not tom

It’s Andres Salomon

and I made this poem.

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Such fun. It brings a smile to my face every time. Yep, being a mom is a pretty special thing. Yes, enjoy it. Live the present. Be in the moment. Smell the flowers. YES But also, reflect on where you’ve been. Look ahead to where you want to be. This is as important in parenting as in anything else.  It’s a great journey……