There are days, we all have them, where it seems everyone and everything around us is sharp. Sharp tones or answers to our questions that feel snippy and harsh. I call these tender days, a day when tears are close by and thoughts are deep. On these days I feel alone in an alien world that thrives on being blunt or quick. “I need something sweet, Lord,” I whisper in a quiet prayer. “I need something sweet.”
As I get older the tears fall more readily. They often are on the brink, ready to fall and just as close is a smile open and ready to fill my face. Maybe it’s because I realize I have less time to waste on foolishness, or hurtful people or things that don’t serve a loving purpose. I appreciate more the answered prayers that are sent to me. I feel the more I ask for sweetness in my life, the more is sent to me.
On one such tender day, two years ago, I was volunteering with my elderly Hospice patient. She had wanted to go to the grocery store, just to look around. I pushed her wheelchair up and down the aisles as she looked at make-up, smelled the candles, and marveled at the various types of crackers. We perused the Hallmark cards and bought some candy. She just wanted to feel normal for a change and I wanted that for her too. We had spent an hour wandering the aisles, when we got in line to check out. The woman behind us kept staring and smiling at us and finally she said to me, “Is this your mother?”
I smiled at my patient and said, “Oh, how I wish she was. We’re just good friends.”
The woman replied, “Well, you look beautiful enough to be mother and daughter.”
And my patient said, “I wish we were. She is the sweetest girl in the world to me.”
I bent down to hug my little friend, and we both had tears in our eyes. That was something sweet.
I always find when I whisper my need for something sweet, God is waiting and willing to send it. A smile from a stranger. A love pat from my husband. A phone call from my daughter. A thank you from a friend. There’s goodness on its way in many different forms if I am open to see it.
My dear friend Mary, who has since passed away, always encouraged me in my photography. She would call and ask if I wanted to walk the trails at the Wildflower Center, “Be sure to bring your camera,” she would say. Then as we walked, she seemed happy for me as I found butterflies or dragonflies just begging to be photographed. “Look over here!” she would say. “This butterfly is just waiting for you.” She never failed to compliment me or brag to others about my talent. She was something so precious that I can live on the memory of her sweetness for years to come.
I feel the blessings when I encounter kind and generous souls inside my day. The friendly cashier, gracious friends or a loving card in the mail. I feel so lucky because my inner whisper, “I need something sweet,” seems to send my guardian angels into overdrive sending me all manner of beautiful expressions. Even now as I sit at my desk, there is a gorgeous red cardinal outside my window especially for me to enjoy.
I pray to be reminded that when I whisper, “I need something sweet,” there are others, too, who are whispering. Perhaps it is within my power to be that source for someone else. I want to be mindful of their whispers, too. Take note of the whisper in your heart and the hearts of others. Ask God to let you hear the whisper and give you the courage to answer the call.
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