So I heard as I sat in my pedorthist’s office this morning as I waited to have my orthotics adjusted. Such a simple gesture of friendliness, and yet so profound. It was as if I was blessed with these words:
Is there something I can do to lighten your load?
May I bring a touch of coziness into your life?
May I serve you?
I said yes to the coffee, not really needing the beverage, but seeing the moment in front of me, and wanting to allow the completion of the giving. I was presented with a smile, and with a grey china mug full of the hot stuff. I wrapped my hands around it and felt the warmth from cup and human being. This point in time was sufficient.
Long ago, I walked into a Woodstock, Ontario elementary school for the first time, to visit a visually impaired student. An educational assistant came up to me in the hallway. I didn’t know her. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” The same welcoming, the same honouring, the same inclusion. How lovely across the years.
May I have the eyes to see the things people do to show me I matter
And may I return the favour