Friday, March 7, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Willing -

From Lisa-Jo Baker, the Gypsy Mama"On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else's agenda. But for fun, for practice, for joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker. We love to just write without worrying if it's just right or not. For five minutes flat."

Today's prompt: Willing:

~ Go ~

It's 10 pm on a Friday night and my whole body is completely sore. Muscles I haven't used probably in ages have been stretched and well used today, and every time I move, I make noises like I'm 300 years old and someone forgot where the key was to my house and I'm locked out. Locked out of my own comfort zone. But I'm laughing at myself because the soreness doesn't matter. 

All week we've been preparing. Once, I heard tears in her voice because ... as she waved her hands in the air and her voice broke, she tried to convey what it meant when the church ladies showed up, more than expected, to help her get all these donated treasures sorted and priced for the garage sale this weekend. 

And yeah, we are weary. And yeah, garage sales have never seemed more crazy than right now. 

But with our smiles and greetings to the folks that fill her garage and sidewalks and street, our "How are you's?" and "May I help you's?" and "It's so lovely outside today...but kinda freezing too's" that we give to the folks, we are spreading community. They look at the apple cider jar of donations and they just shake their heads and say "It's all so wonderful. You are amazing. Thank you so much."

They are thanking her for loving. Thanking her for moving. Thanking her for being. 

And you can bet I'm sitting her with tears in my eyes, probably a break in my voice that would mirror hers when I realize this is all because she and her husband, the love of her life, had chosen to move as God moved them. Had chosen to love as He called them.
Had chosen to enfold even as it was uncertain.

Photo taken March 2013. Hunting Island Lighthouse, SC. Laurie looking out halfway up. 

The sore muscles and the countless boxes and hours of work, it was nothing. 

Nothing when I think about how a little baby half a world away who is nursed to health and held by so many different arms will someday travel the other half of the world to a house 12 minutes from mine that will be a home, and will know that he/she has been loved already, and will be loved so incredibly, so deeply, by a Mama and a Dadda and 4 sweet kids that are adopting him/her, and already calling him/her their own. 

This baby's world will be changed.  He/she will be known, wanted, incredibly loved. 

And all because a family named Jarvis was willing. Willing and wanting. 

It stuns me to think how much could change in our world if we too would just be willing to move even when it is uncertain or scary ground.
I know I feel more ready to take on the world, with my brave friends. 

~ Stop ~ 

With love always,
~ Jean Marie ~ 

2 comments:

Kim Hyland said...

Beautiful! It's awesome what God will do with willing hearts. And I love how community is so clearly a part of this dream coming true.

Debbie Goelz said...

Beautifully shared, Jean Marie! My heart is with you all as you gather and support this sweet and growing family, and my prayers follow your every effort. (And I know exactly that spot in the lighthouse!)