I have made the decision to commit myself to a blog. Maybe I should just 'commit' myself for thinking this is a great idea, but the idea here is to think positively. Peter Pan says you can fly if you think a happy thought and of course 'pixie dust'. But that's the magic that occurs when we do carry happiness in our hearts- we fly.
I had my first big epiphany yesterday, while standing in a long line...a Christmas time type of long line at the post office. I frequent the PO almost daily and the line this week has been out the door. It gives you time to think and if you're like me, time to people watch.
As I walked in I was immediately engaged watching an elderly man with full arms thanking another man a couple places up from me. He stepped out of line to package items, a prescription to send back to a friend. Meanwhile a new mother of beautiful twin boys started making her way back through to the end of line with her double stroller after going to the other side of the room, with double stroller, to get an envelope. As she passed the older folks in front of me all wanted to see the new little guys. I even took a looksy at the sweet faces so fresh from heaven. I momentarily thought about how we all long to be closer to God and babies bring us just about as close as we can get. Our spirits gravitate to theirs. As she passed she was saying to the boys, 'Mommy needs a pen'. I was admiring her for unloading both babies in car seats, attaching them to the large stroller and making her way bravely into the busy PO to stand in this awful long line. I stood there thinking I should offer her my pen (I have a purse full!), but I'm still quite shy. I had to talk myself into it, then it was like forever to finally produce a pen, but she was a few people back from me so I left my totes full of packages and asked her if she wanted to borrow my pen. I took my place back in line and felt good about helping another mama that had her hands full. Silly that such a tiny effort made me happy. Oh, and I wasn't the last person to offer her a pen. :)
One of the clerks called out a mans name, he had forgotten his credit card...then the clerk joked about buying tools with it. I watched the older man after packaging his box get back in line with the other man and how grateful he was to be let back into line, he thanked him over and again.
It was like magic in that line yesterday, unlike Christmas when the hustle is powered by such an urgency to get everything done that we are short with others. It should be like this at Christmas time. People were chatting, the clerks joking, babies starting to cry, but their mama just talked sweetly to them. The dreaded postal line at least for yesterday gave us all a chance to connect. My faith in humanity a bit restored -my heart a bit fuller. Sounds silly to have felt this way over such small things...guess you had to be there. And I hope that if you are soon, in one of these forever long lines, that you too can see the silverlined opportunity that you've been given.
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