Sometimes real people are as inspiring as super heroes. It
depends on what they do with their life, with their special skills, with their
blessings. There are those that do
nothing with them. There are those that make riches, quite literally. There are those that weave a web of fame or
power. And then there are those that
create history, working hard for mankind.
Then there are those that inspire others simply by their human frailty,
by their humbleness. Those special
folks that are not looking for accolades from anyone for what they do, they
simply give out of the pure goodness of their heart because they love and care
about others and believe God’s word says we are to love unselfishly and be
there for each other, even when others forsake us.
I remember years ago meeting such a little girl. I was only
about 4. She was beautiful, and had a gorgeous
white veil on and a dress that made her look like a mini bride to me. She was
singing songs and dancing outside of a Catholic church around a serene image, a
concrete statue of Mary that was adorned with flowers. She was the type of child you knew, with a glance, would one day make Mary proud. She would
certainly grow up to be a loving kind
happy mother. She had that look in her
eyes that showed a maturity beyond her years.
There was always an intensity about her, a deep passion and yet a need
to care for others.
It took many years before she actually did conceive a
daughter. She did not complain, during all those years in between, as she
had her son. A second child seemed like something that would never happen in her lifetime. Getting pregnant was not easy anymore. And the thought of a daughter, not in the cards. What did she even know of mother - daughter relationships anyways? Her life had been void of a real stable mother figure anyways how who would be the role model for her? She would have to totally wing it on her own.
One day, the news came that she was indeed pregnant. Not
long afterward, I learned that the baby was indeed a girl, a
precious daughter
for the little girl with a veil with flowers stuck in her hair and a bride
dress on at age six, with no mommy. She
was now going to be her own little’s girl’s mother. God wanted her to have a
chance to see what she missed. Now she would capture the joy of the experiences from the other side of the relationship she never had! Her
eyes lit up and her heart began to sing, just like they did when she six and went round
and around the statue of Mary, singing her songs of praise……
