Okay, this post may edge toward girliness. You've been forewarned.My priest friend Padre is back in one of my classes this semester. He's really busy and has a bit of a drive to get to class. Our class starts at 6 p.m. and I know he probably doesn't have time to eat anything before getting to class, so I delight in bringing him stuff to eat.
Before class I was all in the kitchen, toasting bread to make a perfect sandwich for him. I also packed him a granola bar, some wheat crackers and a couple of cookies. I was so happy, because I knew he would probably welcome the snack.
I'm sitting here laughing at myself because it seems . . . I don't know, funny that I would be so happy at the prospect of bringing someone food. But I like it. I like doing little things like that. But really, I like the idea of taking care of someone.
Here's where the girly part comes in . . . one of these days, I'd like to have someone to take care of. To do little special things for them. And I suppose I'd like to be taken care of too. Awww. Warm Curious George lavender sunflower chai tea caramel snuggly chocolate chip cookie fuzzies.
2 comments:
hi, i'm jen :).... and i can totally relate! to me, it's almost like, an empowering feeling, to serve some one else... if that makes sense, lol!
Hi, Jen. Thanks for stopping by. I checked out your blog too . . . it seems we have a lot in common.
I agree with you that it gives you an empowering feeling to serve someone else. Because in serving someone else, you're ultimately serving Him.
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