October Seventeenth, A Reminder of Humanity

No, I won’t.


I was going to complain about the temperature this morning, but in the middle of my complaint, I stopped. Why? Because I’m inside. It may be one of the coolest mornings we have had so far, but…I’m inside.


Last night as I prepared for bed, I put another light weight blanket on my bed..my bed..in my house. When I went to bed last night, I stretched out on that bed, that is older than my son, but its a real bed, with real sheets and blankets, in my house. I stretched out, feeling the weight of the blankets, feeling the mattress beneath me, the pillows where I rested my head, in my house. Music came from the radio behind me, playing soft and low, in my house. My dog Bella, grumbled her complaints about my moving about, as she stretched out on the other side of the bed.


I had set the alarm to go off to wake me for church this morning as I had received a late night message asking if I could help out in nursery. I settled in to sleep. Safe…sound….comfortable…in my house.
At some point during the night, I had shifted and moved and shoved the cover off, the chill in the air had me pulling it back up and over. The warmth lulling me back into sleep.


When the alarm went off this morning, I struggled to recognize the sound. Having retired from work, I don’t often set an alarm so it was a foreign sound in the dark. I had set the alarm on my clock, and on my phone. It was the clock blaring that obnoxious sound. Turning on the lamp, I found the clock and silenced the racked. Drifting back into sleep, I knew the phone would be going off soon.


When it did, I actually hit snooze, but only once. After it buzzed and played what ever that music is a second time, I got up. Pulling heavy socks on my feet, I found my house coat and shuffled out of my bedroom. I let Molly out into the front yard, Bella will go when she is ready. Molly is always ready.

I turned on a small space heater to warm the room for me to get dressed. I can’t turn the furnace on until the propane I ordered is delivered. Still, in the small bathroom, the heater is sufficient. Dressed for the cooler weather, I prepare a cup of coffee. I may or may not prepare a small breakfast. Soon, I’ll be leaving for church.


By now you may be asking, so?? What is the purpose of this recitation of my morning?


Only this. I am blessed. My house may be old, may be not so large, but I live in a house. A real house. I sleep in a real bed, I have heat. Am I bragging? That is not my intent. My intent is to say, look at your own blessings. Look at what you have, that you use every day, every night, out of routine. It is something that is just there. Then, sometimes, it isn’t.

Right now, out there somewhere, are people who are trying to stay warm in what ever way that find. There are people who do manage to get into shelters, but there are those who sleep in tents, real or created. There are those who sleep in doorways, on benches, under overpasses. They may, or may not have warm clothing or a blanket. They do not have the means to get up dress casually, prepare or stop by some fancy store and purchase coffee and breakfast.


My intent, it to remind others, there is a great need out there. We should not toss our hands up and place it in the hands of government. These are people, just like us, but in a bad situation. They need compassion, caring, love. And a warm, safe place out of the cold.

Old photo, but a reminder.. there are places where snow is already falling. There are people who are cold, and need us to remember them.

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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8 Responses to October Seventeenth, A Reminder of Humanity

  1. Thanks Rebecca! As I sit in my blessings, I often remind myself there is nothing to complain about and everything to be grateful for.

  2. John says:

    You have me counting my blessings this morning, Rebecca, I should do this more often. Las Vegas has so many homeless, so sad. I thought I was the only one that uses the term House Coat!

  3. Wise Hearted says:

    Rebecca, such a good post for all who read. I so feel the same way about all that God has given that surrounds me. We live simple in a little place our daughter and husband redid for us with a loan they made just for us. When we moved into it our stuff was all piled in our little bed room, it covered about 1/3 of the bedroom. My daughter commented on how little we had after 56 years of marriage. I took it as a compliment. We need so little and when one needs so little than little will bring contentment. I teach a bible study at my place every week and the ladies who come all said, wow this is perfect, this little place is all one needs. All have huge houses which they have lived in for years. This little place is my 30 plus place to live in. Each place I think I dropped something off my need list or shifted it to my want list. I actually feel like I do not need anything. I loved this post. Now if I could talk my husband into letting me have a dog….

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