They arose early in the morning and prepared to leave, but the girl’s father said to him, ‘Strengthen your heart with a morsel of bread and afterward go your way’”
Don’t neglect the wisdom of your elders whoever they may be, a lesson I relearned on a visit by my dad.
It’s Wednesday, I know my dad is off and I call to invite him over for a late breakfast. With 4 Pops at home and a great deal to do, I spin in every direction minding their actions, requests and the responsibilities of home and organizing.
My brother comes over and keeps two Pops entertained while the other two are in active play. Laundry, phone calls, decisions for our homeschool group, emails and texts to return, paying bills, cleaning up and making lunch – I move about hurriedly.
In walks the wisdom sent from above for such a time as this, but will I listen? Will I grasp the sincerity of the message?
I begin to prepare his breakfast and he holds fast my arm as it reaches for his plate, “I know how to get it, don’t worry,” he says with a smile. Guilt washes over because I’m in a “doing” mode. Why is he stopping me? I CAN do this! I invited him over for a late breakfast.
As I spin about to get things done, he observes quietly. He looks on and says, “Come, site here. Talk to me.” I smile, and say, “Dad, I have so much to do. Just give me a minute.” Just give me a minute. Funny how that minute often outlasts an hour or more. He knows this and continues to watch as I try to be the captain, mate, engineer, and deckhand of my ship.
With a stern look and no words, I get it. I kick against all that there is in me to NOT sit down because there’s still SO much to do, but like a child and daughter that I am, I grudgingly submit to his wishes.
My dad volunteers in a hospital over 30 hours a week. He’s in touch with life’s tragedies, life’s effects of stress on people and families. He begins, “You must take it easy and take care of yourself.” I recognize what he is really saying, “Slow Down!” I make the adjustment. I drop it all. The kids are fine, they are safely playing. My responsibilities are many, but they can’t all be done right now or by just one person, me.
We sit and he shows me his wall on Facebook. We go through pictures of his family, my family in Costa Rica. He shares stories of them. He shares stories from work and the hospital. He shares stories of his mom, my grandmother, who suffers from Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s Disease. He tells of how she repeats, but that she still remembers her children, but only as they were little, not who they are as married with children of their own now. I remember previous to my maternal grandmother’s death, she did the same.
It hits me. Hard. I look on at my children and think, “What do I want them to remember of me if these are the years most cemented in a parent’s memory?”
I look on at my dad and I have great gratitude. He’s always been about relationships. He loves people. He loves to help. He loves to communicate.
I correct my attitude quickly from grudge to grateful. I gladly invest in this time and appreciate it SO much. We talk and exchange our lives. He talks more, he has more wisdom. I lovingly and gratefully listen.
Don’t neglect the wisdom of your elders whoever they may be; for me, it was my dad. As I ponder the verse, I am strengthened by the morsel of wisdom he gave me and his time. Afterwards, I went about my day appreciative and hopefully, a bit wiser.
The Word of God is FILLED with morsels. Don’t feel like you have to do an hour long study to “get it.” Some do feed on a loaf or slices of bread at a time and that’s great. Many times morsels come from the people you love, your inner circle. I find that a morsel thoroughly chewed on strengthens me to go on my way and hits me right where I need it, the heart.
Be open to the morsels of great wisdom in your life because life is just too short to miss the meaningful.
Your friend and sister,