Well, now that my entire blog has re-routed to my Facebook page...again, I guess its time for a current update. When I woke up this morning and y'all were commenting on stories that I had written on my blog...I freaked a little. I thought I had unlinked my blog with FB awhile back. But, as I went back and began to re-read all those writings, I was moved. There is something about writing that helps me.
Each story, each moment, each time I sit down to write it helps me focus.
By saying that, I guess I am saying that I'm thankful for what I've been through; each valley, each mountain top, each death, each life, and each person I've had the chance to cross paths with along the way.
Maybe not thankful at the moment to be going through the emotions, but many times, after the pain subsides, there lies each beauty and each purpose.
I read this short story the other day. I think it describes beautifully the value in the EACH. Sometimes when we get caught-up our life, God uses something to help us remember things that are truly important.
The value of the each...
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She was young, only about 8, when in the midst of a normal school day, a girl named Anne turned around from the desk in front of her and spoke these words matter-of-factly…
“My mom left us today.”
Unsure of what to do with such personal information, Rebecca’s young mind began to process what her classmate had shared.
After asking her enough questions to understand that the abandonment would be permanent, she eyeballed Anne’s long, thick hair and wondered many things about what her mom leaving them might mean.
It was then that Rebecca asked the question most near to her very innocent female heart.
“But who will brush your hair, everyday?”
Young Anne shrugged her small shoulders, as if resigned to something she’d already thought about.
Ever the caretaker, Rebecca wouldn’t accept that this important task might not get done and her friend would come to school without the proper grooming.
So she decided to step in.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said to her friend. “Why don’t you bring a brush to school in your book bag, and I’ll brush your hair for you?”
And that’s exactly what her friend, Anne, did. Everyday. For years. Rebecca brushed her hair, in the absence of her mother.
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We can do great things that will many people will notice. We can give huge amounts of money or sing a beautiful song. But who among us will serve in the trenches? Who will care for the people with no names? Who will brush a little girls hair?
There is value in each person. Today I am thankful for each!
