Eating on the porch.
“When my grandma got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandpa does it for her now all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love."
Rebecca age 8
Rebecca could see love in action through her grandparents. Most of us learn about love in the home. Love cannot be taught in ways that we are taught English or math. It must be demonstrated. When we are the object of the demonstration, when we are the one who is being loved, how much quicker we learn. My grandparents were fifty years old before TV became a part of the family time. There is a porch off the kitchen, and I can remember in when I visited as a child how that the meals were eaten there, and how that it took thirty minutes to an hour to eat. The blessing was said, food was passed around, and there was talk. Real family talk. The bacon in the morning and the fried chicken at noon never tasted soooooo good. There was laughter, sometimes there was scolding. You always wore a shirt, never had a hat on, did not sing, no elbows on the table, no reaching across the table, one hand in the lap, please and thank you were heard, and you always asked to be excused when you left the table. These were demonstrations of love. When someone shows you how to live respectably around others, it is a show of love. Sitting around a TV eating did not teach me to ask to be excused from the table. I haven’t learned much from the drive-thru line at McDonalds. I live in the Show-Me state, and I am grateful for the old-timers who have patiently time and time again, shown me how to love. I am grateful for a mind that has cleared from the fog of addictions, and is able to see the real lessons in life that were taught years ago. God does for me everyday what I cannot do for myself…………toad
Combat Veterans Motorcycle Association
Patriot Guard Riders
2007 Road King Classic
96 C.I. Six-speed
"God is doing for me what I could not do for myself"