“The monarchs are migrating.” I offered as if I knew anything at all about butterfly migration or Fall.
“It’s amazing how far they travel, they’re on the way now,” he added a foreign place I can’t remember and told me how he had read of their journey, how they were created to become beautiful and then to fly.
I know nothing about such things, I’ve only heard about this, I realize.
I sit with my feet in the sand in the place that was clear for us, a wide space, no other people in our space.
They kept flying near along with the dragonfly, landing or flirting with the possibility of resting near my chair.
I tried to capture the image, they only captured my fascination.
Walking, the next day before leaving, I saw another one there. This one, in the rubble of raked debris, just lying there.
The Lab was distracted as I bent to collect it, a small one, I kept it in my hand.
Knowing that it was landed there softly for my finding.
Knowing every little thing on my path is significant to my story.
Yesterday, we gave $5 to a woman with a sign. She reached through my window and I avoided her eyes, “God bless you today for this.” she said and then the light changed and I led us on our way towards food in the hungry and impatient line of cars.
My husband wondered about her worthiness and we both decided his observation might be right.
Then we chose to let go of our judgment, to let be what will be with her intentions, only feel sure ours were good and hopeful and done in love we certainly didn’t consider ever having for her at all.
Not her, nor the shaken young woman, mistaken somehow in her driving, causing our accident. It is best to love her although it makes no sense at all.
I woke this morning deciding not to judge her, nor the others who may have been off track, trying to get back on.
Deciding love is better, costs so very little at all.
When we choose love, people get the best of us, they get to see Jesus coming through because there’s no way we’d ever be so consistent with mercy at all.
“We love because he first loved us.”
1 John 4:19 ESV
I’m not able own my own.
When we love, we aren’t able to judge. When we really love, there’s no sense or room for judgment, at all.