Yesterday I was feeling sorry for myself with my husband out of town, staying at a ritzy hotel getting some more training, and me running to and fro with our children, as I coughed and sneezed because of my allergies. As I was driving home with my baby Mia, age 9, who I had just picked up from choir practice, along with some Chinese for dinner because there was no way I was going to cook too; I got a dose of humility, which I obviously needed.
I saw a woman carrying a laundry basket trying to herd her children, ages ~5, 3, and just walking. One by one the kids climbed down the stairs that led to a basement apartment. The basement apartment was at the bottom of a large three story house. It is located on one of the main drags here in town. There was no yard to speak of. It occurred to me that this woman probably just came from a laundromat and was now returning home. As I saw the littlest child, a boy try to navigate the stairs that led to his home, I felt a tug at my heart.
My emotions were just as peaked as my antihistamine levels in my body and I swallowed the large lump that was in my throat. What was I feeling sorry about? I was headed to my home up on the hill with a huge yard. I had thrown a load of laundry in my washing machine that morning and it was already in the dryer ready to be folded. My husband was out of town receiving additional training that he needed to assume another leadership position within the clinic. My other older children were safely at home doing their homework, awaiting our arrival. Later I would take all of my children to our church for their weekly activities and I would get to fold the clothes, and perhaps play a game of Boggle on the computer while they were gone. Perspective.
God bless this woman whom He placed in my sight to help me remember the many blessings that I have received, so that I would see her and offer a prayer for her and her little children.
