How good of a NOTICE-ER are you?
Do you believe in Coincidence or are you more of an Einstein believer of, “Coincidence is God’s way of remaining Anonymous?”
I’ve always had a fairly sharp eye for what’s happening around me. I still think I MISS much more than I notice, but a willingness to SEE, HEAR, TASTE, TOUCH, SMELL more goes a very long way in actually seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, and smelling so much more than purposely not doing so.
Everyone wears NAME TAGS these day.
EVERYONE. . .EVERYWHERE.
I saw her’s at CVS as I was checking out. Her name was HOPE.
“I like your name, do you?” I asked her.
She smiled and said it was ok.
I asked her if anyone ever made fun of it and she told me more than she’d like, but was pretty much use to it.
I thanked her for taking care of me so nicely and said, “No pun intended, but I ‘HOPE’ your name serves you well and others more than you’ll ever understand or imagine.”
She smiled at back at me and already began checking out the good of the person behind me.
I NOTICED. . .
Later that day I was picking up some copied mps/cd’s from a camera shop and person who had called me on the phone to let me know that my order was ready, she identified herself as, Faith.
I had a little “Hmmmmmmmmmmm of the Day,” moment.
When I met her, I asked her about her name just like I had done with Hope. She told me that it was an aunt’s name who had died before she had been born.
I asked her if she liked her name and she smiled and shrugged her shoulders a little and giggled out a, “It’s alright, I guess.”
“Well, Faith,” I said, “I hope your name serves you and others well–just like it did me today.”
Her smile served as her only response.
I NOTICED. . .
It was my last visit of the day.
She was sitting with her back to me and her husband was lying in bed.
From the doorway, I could see he was half sleeping and half awake, moaning softly.
He blinked opened his eyes repeatedly, tried to clear his throat and then with a raspy whisper he said, “Hey Love, can you give me sip of water?”
“Ahhhh, thank you, Love, thank you,” he sighed as he was already back into a not so restless slumber.
“What a great name,” I said as I pulled up a chair beside her on the side of his bed.
She looked at me with moist, tired, red eyes.
“Oh that’s not my name, it’s Gloria, but he’s called me that since our second date 48 years ago.”
“It seems to fit,” I told her as we sat silently watching her husband breathe with a little rattle.
He mumbled, “Love. . .Love. . .Love. . . .”
She put her hand over top of his and laid her head down on the side of his bed.
It was peaceful. . .it was Love-FILLED.
I NOTICED. . .
meeting three women in three so very different places, God’s way of remaining Anonymous?
Are you a good Notice’er?
You really don’t have to be Einstein to N O T I C E
Hope. . .
Faith. . .
Love. . .
The Greatest of these is not just in the NOTICING, but BEING in the moments that make Life more than mere Consequences…and then,
SHARING THEM. . . .