This Post is dedicated to the up, close and personal servanthood my husband, Bucky, offers me each and every day and sometimes into the nights. . .I love you and am grateful in words that can never express my indebted devotion to you!!!
“But she got in my personal space.” “He got too close for com fort.” ” I had to keep backing away because I felt claustrophobic.” This is a major DISCERNMENT place. Getting into someone’s personal space can be harmful, intrusive and frightening. So let’s take great care here as we inch forward with this concept. . .We all need privacy, of course. So we proceed with caution. . .
As the Body of Christ, we are meant to be up in each other’s lives. Christ, Humility and Calling must come first. But today, I want to talk about the redemptive/growth producing up in “my space” can produce with trust.
What is “appropriate” space is changing for me. My husband for example, he has to be up close, in my personal space for my physical and emotional security. Without our stance together, I will fall. His knees press against mine and it flows of grace. It gives life. Now. Before, my independence would have kept that kind of all day long contact at a distance. Honestly, it would have offended me. Interesting, isn’t it? A shift in my needs and what was always there in Bucky, has come forth to secure me. I often tell him, “I’m weaker today, come in closer as I stand?” It gets messy and just one shift on my part, and I feel the fear of a fall. As with all of life, at times, our stands seem in perfect unison. Other times, we are struggling to get the balance solid. . .As my need shifts, those around me, some of them, are called to shift as well. . .
Do you allow your independence to keep intimacy at a distance?
I’ve noticed more cheeky contact :). It’s what people can get to “on me.” The wheel chair is a deterrent to contact. I hate that. . .A great part of my joy was an approach to someone, extending eye contact, my hands, or arms. I am poised in more of a “waiting place” now. It’s a calling, but I resist it, every time. Everything in me wants to move toward the person. The desire is relentless. Grace, mercy and blessings come forth and people brush cheeks with me. What a loving gesture, that would not have been “as present” in the past and it comes with such ease, so often. And I receive it as God’s brush of blessing through the person with me. As my needs shift, those around me, some of them, are called to shift as well. . .
What brush of blessing are you called into?
I love our “inconsistent” tradition on Maudy Thursday of going out to eat, to commemorate The Last Supper of Jesus and His Disciples. (I am very aware and sensitive to what is experienced on “Good Friday,” Honor for His Sacrifice is my top priority. It’s not a holiday to me.) I always think of who I would want at “my table.” Well, this year our reservation numbers kept changing as teenagers kept changing plans on who, when and where. I lost count of how many times my husband called reservations to shift the numbers up or down. . .We got there and we were two chairs short because Hope had surprised us and driven in and her boyfriend, joined us too. We had family and friends, but it was a very tight fit. They offered us an adjoining table, but we were settled in and I am so glad we did not move. What a gift it was to be close. . .We were touching elbows, plates, silver ware. . .What a blessing that night was to be up close and personal. The round table allowed me to take in several conversations at once and catch facial expressions and subtle shifts in posture. I saw someone change seats to address a flushed face and tears, I saw disappointment cross a face to recover her grace, I felt my husband’s lean in affirmation of family communion, I saw corners of eyes curl before the laughter broke out in the memory of “that time,” I saw affections cross through bridges of understandings, I saw blush of emotions rise and fall, I saw taste satisfy hunger, I saw crumbs fall as bread was broken and I knew more of the blessing of living with the hour glass of time. As the needs of the moment called for, our whole table was called to shift closer, to fit our little Body of Christ around our table.
It feels like a tight fit, is it an opportunity for communion?
Needs call for a shift. Thank you Father, for the shift of your Hand in our lives. Amen
Luke 11: 5-13
5Then He said to them, “Suppose one of you has a friend, and goes to him at midnight and says to him, ‘Friend, lend me three loaves; 6for a friend of mine has come to me from a journey, and I have nothing to set before him’; 7and from inside he answers and says, ‘Do not bother me; the door has already been shut and my children and I are in bed; I cannot get up and give you anything.’ 8“I tell you, even though he will not get up and give him anything because he is his friend, yet because of his persistence he will get up and give him as much as he needs.
9“So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. 10“For everyone who asks, receives; and he who seeks, finds; and to him who knocks, it will be opened. 11“Now suppose one of you fathers is asked by his son for a fish; he will not give him a snake instead of a fish, will he? 12“Or if he is asked for an egg, he will not give him a scorpion, will he? 13“If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him?”
Make a mess, leave crumbs during the breaking of bread at His Table. It’s His Life at it’s best. . .
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