Lovely

I attended my friend's child's Dedication Day.  I don't see this person regularly and in the last few years I only saw her once a year so I made it a point to go to this occasion because she means a lot to me. 


She was so busy mingling with guests so I sat at the corner and quietly finished my meal.  But as I was watching her, I felt slightly overwhelmed as I recalled the past.  How much this person has done for me sort of sank in again. 


Sometime in your past there's a person who listened up to the wee hours of night at some curb whose silence was occasionally disturbed by a Taho vendor.


A person who always shared her lunch and refused to eat when you promised yourself to be shy because this lunch-sharing has been going on for weeks now because you were struggling financially.


That person who was perfectly content watching you as you "roll with your cooler friends" 
but always ready, as in I-got-your-back ready, when the cooler friends walk away. 


Who sat still as you incoherently cried out all the pain...and never left even if you have told the story five times that night.


Who invited you to stay at their already crowded little home when you've nowhere else to go.


Had nothing and still gave the little money she had stashed in her closet.



Lovely, isn't it?


That's right. She is Lovely.




Lovely is the kind of person who seems to live her life operating on this specific task from God: 






Show this person that I love her.




(And although this post is about Lovely my friend, I couldn't help but linger on that last thought. God is so like that. He sends people to us, people who will love us.  It sounds cliche of Him, right? Well, think of it this way. Would you employ so many people to serve and love a person who wronged you in every way? I doubt it. But God is like that. He makes His sun rise on His enemies as well.) 




I want to be a Lovely too in other people's lives. I want to have a heart like she does.