Hope you are well. I think I’ve mentioned before that Will and I are not the best at “date night.” With three athletic sons that consume many evenings, a home we love to hang out in, and a fairly consistent habit of meeting for lunch, I don’t exactly feel like we’re falling short. Still, it was lovely to have a pretty hot date last night. The food and ambiance were perfect — the vibe is only somewhat revealed by the picture above.
On the way to the restaurant we encountered a woman trying to attach a basket to her motorized wheelchair. Seeing her struggle, Will said, “Can I help you with that?”
“That would be great,” she said. “Thank you!” And Will fixed the basket. A few minutes later we saw that she had dropped a little cosmetic-type bag. I picked it up and took it to her before she motored too far.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, “I love you! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
She had a lovely spirit about her, willing and grateful to accept help.
Can the same be said of you? Because I’m not at all sure that it would ever be said of me. I think instead I may exude an “I got this”ness. Sadly.
In my Bible study we are about to kick off a series covering the Sermon on the Mount. I’ve been thinking about the beatitudes. What does it mean even to be “blessed?” The very first beatitude says: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:3 NIV. Was the woman we encountered in the wheelchair “poor in spirit”? She did appear uncommonly comfortable with joyfully accepting help. Is this admirable resignation born out of brokenness? Could part of the blessing of God’s kingdom, that we sometimes miss, possibly be accepting our limitations? Our utter and complete dependence on God? I’m not sure what it means for the poor in spirit to be blessed. But I intend to prayerfully keep seeking an answer. In the meantime, I want to joyfully, and with a heart of genuine gratitude, accept help.
How about you? How about making 2018 the year you say “Oh, I love you” to the one who offers to help?