Thursday, August 12, 2010

Spiritual Experience

This morning I took my weary body out for a walk. The above photo is of the morning. Foreground: lavender. Background: Red Rocks. (You've heard of Red Rocks, haven't you? The Beatles played there! U2 played there and recordings of it are still an iconic video.) I did manage to run maybe a mile out of the four I ambulated this morning. My back is seriously jacked up. I went to see my chiro at lunchtime. She kinesio taped my back. I pray this will help. It might be a little better, but a half-marathon on Saturday seems like a pipe dream at this point.

I have been thinking about my long trip to Texas for the International Convention of AA. The months of planning. The miles and miles of driving. The hotels. The meetings. The things I thought would be wonderful - and they were. The doing sober things with my sober daughter. Meeting up with sober people. I actually saw a man I knew from Sedro Woolley, WA walking across a large room - I ran across the room and was amazed that I recognized him after not seeing him for 18(?) years. Running into people that I knew from way back and finding out that they are current people in my daughter's life - now that is a good feeling. I got to take a boat ride with Dave. I got to have dinner with Pammie. I got to have the experience I have always wanted - the 50,000 people saying the Lord's Prayer together. That was powerful.

But my truly life-changing spiritual experience happened on the way home in a ladies room in a grocery store not 30 miles from here. Now isn't that ironic? The powerful lesson of that meeting has not left me. I still pray for that little girl and her mother every day. But I have realized the power of my words. The power I have to help or hurt - even when I have no idea that it matters at all. I had no idea that day that a little girl who had just lost her mother was listening to what I was saying to my daughter in a bathroom! I could have been bitching about traffic. By the grace of God, I caught myself and didn't do that. We never know who is listening. I want it to be worth listening to. I want to be an instrument of God's peace, not a burden to those I encounter.

I talked to my daughter the other day and told her that the experience had changed my life. She said it had changed hers too. But, as can be expected, the way she processed the experience is totally different than the way I processed it. She is looking at it more as it effects relationships - mothers and daughters. She and me. She and her daughters. That is what she needs to look at I am sure. Just as I am sure I need to see what I need to see.

It is always amazing to me how God speaks to me, to us.

I am grateful.


7 comments:

Syd said...

Every day there are opportunities to be of service to others and to do God's will. I am glad that you were an instrument for God that day.

Hope said...

I hope your back is better soon MC. Being in pain can be exhausting.

Your experience in that bathroom had an effect on me, too. Because of that I contine to be grateful that you blog your experience, strength and hope.

Quite a few years ago I read a BC comic where the Fat Broad came upon the snake and looked at him and said, "Bam, Bam, Bam." and the snake crumpled. She then said, "Ah, the power of words."

That experience you had in the bathroom is worthy of being meditated on daily.

dAAve said...

Life. Not to be taken for granted.

Patty said...

It changed my life too, Mary. Thanks for sharing it with us.

steveroni said...

Those random, unexpected encounters with another human are frequently the BEST! thank You, God.

AnyEdge said...

You really do take some of the most amazing pictures.

Trailboss said...

You and your daughter were in the right place at the right time thanks to God. It is amazing when that happens. Bless the little girl and her daddy's heart. I hope they have been able to find some peace.