The Best of the PhxP
It was an important milestone in my recovery, a big deal to me emotionally.
I had driven the few blocks to the convenience store by myself and I was going in for an ice-cold Mexican Coca-Cola to celebrate.
My daily visit to this little store was a part of my life’s routine and being able to drive there by myself and buy something meant life was going to be normal again after my surgeries.
My strength was small and my gait slow and deliberate… it took a lot to get out of the truck, more to inch my way to the back of the store where the bottles of bliss are shelved.
I made it though, and began to shuffle toward the cash registers with my frosty treasure in hand. About halfway up the aisle, I was more than a little disturbed to see the clerks in emotional distress… one was unable to control her sobbing, the other seemingly unable and unwilling to look my direction.
“I can’t stand to see you this way,” the crying one almost shouted.
I was… stunned.
They didn’t “know” me. They didn’t go to my church. They had never read my book. They had never visited my Phoenix Preacher blog. I had never given them anything, counseled them through anything, never done anything except shop for a few minutes every day.
Yet, I mattered.
This confused me, as I have always expected to be loved according to the measure of what I could do or had already done. Thus, I have spent my life focusing on doing, rather than being. I have worked myself to exhaustion and illness to “do” in order to feel worthy of love and acceptance.
Sometimes, I have even believed that what I have done should entitle me to be less responsible for what I am…
What a shock to find that my role as customer had trumped pastor, writer, blogger, etc. What a shock to find that some had accepted me for who I was rather than anything I’ve done… that the mundane living out of my daily life had more impact than any of my works.
What a shock to find that who I am really is more important than what I do.
That’s almost biblical…
Make your own application…