December Eighth; Remembering the Desperate

The desperately needed.


It rained here last night. We really needed that rain, even as I don’t know amounts, any and all is appreciated. I realize that it is going to take more rain to ease any of the drought conditions we are in, but this is a start. It also damped the dust at least slightly.


Sitting here right now as I write this, looking out my back windows, the sky is overcast with the appearance of offering more rain. Looking out the window to the front yard, the sky is a clear blue with a few wispy clouds scattered about. My computer shows it to be 44 degrees Fahrenheit. Cooler than I personally care for but not so much that I’m suffering. Yes, I do have a fire burning in the wood stove.


I have repaired the hole that my dogs created in the fence so they could escape yesterday. I really need to replace that section of fencing as it is the oldest and most vulnerable. I do know now without a doubt that I can’t leave them outside alone even to walk down to my parent’s place for any reason or length of time. This sudden penchant for escaping they’ve developed is annoying and frustrating. Especially after my complaints about the former neighbor’s dog running loose even though the circumstances there were different. I know they are wanting to find me and chase cats, not necessarily in that order.


There are times when what is desperately needed is obvious and times when it is not as clear. There are also times, when as badly as we wish, there are gifts that we cannot deliver. At least, not alone.
Unless an individual is among the most wealthy, one alone cannot provide housing for the homeless. There is only One, who could single handed feed masses of people. Too many people, need to many things for one individual to provide the desperately needed. One of the things, that an individual can do, is bring attention to the needs. Remind those around them that as the saying goes, many hands make light work.

I have witnessed what happens when people come together for a cause. I have watched as needs are answered. Supplies are gathered, gifts for children, recognition that individuals have not been forgotten. I have witnessed groups handing out food supplies, taking angels from trees to purchase gifts for needy children. I have watched people step up and be the difference. Because they recognized the need.


It is the time of year when many toy runs happen. One could comment, how far that money spent on toys could go for other more important things, such as food or heat for a home. Which is true. In the mind and eye of the fiscally responsible adults, who forget, how very important a toy is to a child. Something that allows them to be and act as a child at least for a while. It also warms the heart of those who donate. The last toy run my son participated in, drew around two thousand bikes. That’s at least two thousand toys. Two thousand smiling children by the end of the day. Smiling bikers, smiling guardians and parents. Because someone remembered, that even toys, are desperately needed.


If I could, I would gift the desperately needing, the desperately needed. As it is, I seek to remind myself and others, that the needs are great. Your gift doesn’t need to be large, if its money, remember, every dollar adds up. Each food item given, adds up. Gently used winter clothing, a blanket, a pair of gloves, makes a difference.Each act of kindness, increases the hope of another. We simply need to remember and understand. To be in a position of need, does not make one less. It means that for the current time, one is struggling and accepting help is nothing of which to be ashamed. Whether it be physical need, material or emotional.

As one, we can do some. As many, we can do so much more. We can be the difference that supplies the desperately needed to the desperately needing.

One lone bulb isn’t worth a great deal, but together with others can create great light

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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5 Responses to December Eighth; Remembering the Desperate

  1. John says:

    I hope you don’t have to tie your dogs up now to keep them from running loose, that would be a bummer for them. ☺️

  2. What’s frustrating is that Bella used to never try to get out, she has just started this within the last few weeks. Cats.. I know its mostly the stray cats..

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