December Fourteenth; If I Could Give a Gift

It would be one that fits like a…glove.

 I’m sitting here in my usual spot, cup of coffee handy, listening to the rain falling outside and staring at a blank screen.  This is an every morning occurrence. I stare at a screen wondering which direction I want to take that awaiting prompt. As if the screen itself was going to magically spew forth words of great wonders and inspiration. How many false starts happen? How many times are works nearly complete, deleted because they didn’t speak to me, and if they didn’t speak to me, how could I expect them to speak to others? 

Most of us know, have seen, have even worn  gloves. If you live in an area where the weather gets cold they are essential in protecting your fingers from frostbite. Many jobs require or at least one’s hands are protected better, by wearing gloves. 

 But, the obvious is not really where I wanted to go.

Nor did I want to go with material things. That house fits them, that job fits her, that truck fits him; like a glove.

Google said the idiom fits like a glove has been in use since at least the mid to late 1700’s. Thanks Google. 

Still, my thoughts this morning, on the gift I would give if I could, would be, that it fits like a glove. What exactly?

Eyes open to the world around us and its needs.

 a) The needs of humanity. The hunger and hurting. That we would see the many who are fighting to survive while others fight over material things. They struggle for water, any water, while many complain if they can’t get their brand of bottled water. They go hungry, while so many waste food. They go without shoes and wear rags, while so many others fill closets with things they will never wear.

 b) The needs of our planet. How much destruction and full on lack of caring for what we are doing is going on around the world. From the loss of landscapes to the loss of animal life to the loss of human life.

An Educated Mind 

One that not only sees and fully comprehends what the eyes see, but seeks ways to better understand those needs and works toward finding and creating ways to make improvements. One that seeks to understand the differences in people, places, and things and works toward protecting and improving life. One that seeks ways to reach out in ways that will make better, but not destroy along the way. One that works to preserve the past, while seeking the future.

A willing back. 

One who is ready to take up the tools necessary to work toward the common goal. One that would be ready to dig the wells to provide water. One that would be more than willing to go into storm damaged areas and rebuild. One who has no qualms about working in what ever ways are needed at the moment to make life better.

A compassionate heart 

That all, would allow their heart to awaken and open to those around them. That they would actually see, the hurting, the homeless, the hopeless and reach out. Understanding that things are not always as they seem. People find themselves in situations and circumstances they would have never imagined and may only need that one helping hand up.

 Covid has hurt many in a great variety of ways. Many are struggling, but fighting hard to stay afloat in a word gone crazy. I would gift a heart that understands and not condemn the fighter. 

A heart that sees the sick, whether the illness is physical, mental or emotional and reaches out as they are able to assist. A heart that seeks to understand and not berate and ridicule. One that does not ignore due to preconceived ideas and beliefs. A heart that cares and does what they are able. A heart, that sees those hurting a world away, and reacts. Through missionary service or through the support of those who go. A heart that cries over the suffering of the many.

 Love, that is what it is actually.

I would give the gift of love, that fits the heart, mind, and soul of all like a glove. Perfectly. Fit in such a way that actions come quickly and naturally. That sight touches thought touches understanding touches mind touches heart touches action. Touching perfectly and seamlessly in each and every situation and circumstance.

Does the emotions in your heart, fit like a glove? Are you comfortable with what and how you feel?

Me and my Bella playing in a rare southern snow. When simply moments bring happiness that also can fit like a glove

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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