Before I learned his given name, I called him Marcel…because he never spoke and mimed everything he wanted to communicate.
He comes in a couple of times a day to eat, but never speaks, never stays, and he doesn’t like affection.
I’ve always honored his choices and pretty much have his “language” down.
Yesterday he came in as usual, sat down in front of the dish, turned his back on me and waited.
That’s my cue…
I said hello…he looked over his shoulder…not to return my greeting, but to get me moving.
I got up and deposited the food I know he prefers in the dish and sat back down at my desk.
He didn’t begin to eat, but looked over his shoulder at me again.
This puzzled me so I got down on the floor with him…he was staring me down.
I opened some treats he always devours… he wouldn’t look at them, but stared at me.
Then he stood up and looked back…where there was a nasty gash in his side.
This I acknowledged…then and only then, did he eat.
He didn’t want help.
He didn’t want fixed.
He wanted someone to know that something painful had happened to him and for a silent moment share in that pain and show concern.
He wanted a witness.
He wanted a friend…on his own terms, but a friend, nonetheless.
I am honored that he allowed me to be the one to do so.
Sometimes, the best friends are the ones who see and acknowledge our pain as we sit in silence.
God bless the ones who see and affirm without trying to fix what is unfixable by them.
The only One who can fix the unfixable is called “El Roi “in the Hebrew Scriptures.
“The God who sees me”.
The God who sees you.
Who sees and cares and has shared in the pain you feel…even when He is silent.
Me, you, …and Max too…
Make your own application…