07-18-2019, 06:46 AM
Can we find love in all that we do?
I cared for my Dad until he passed back in 2010. He was hard to deal with because he had his own way of doing things. By nature he was a tough, loud and straight forward man never really mincing words. While I cared for him, I grew tired, weary and wondered sometimes, what am I doing here? We never got along really well. I never was able to teach him anything about spirituality and in his own words he would say, "that's all bullshit Kristina". So I never was able to tell him, I will see you again, there is life on the other side of this, you won't hurt anymore Dad. My spiritual growth from this process was doing everyday mundane things for my Dad. I showed him love by folding his clothing, making his meals and handing him a cold iced tea. The love I found was in ordinary every day routines. When I hung his clothing on a hanger I remember I would hang it just so, this way when we dressed for the day, my Dad would look put together, neat and tidy. In that way, I found love. In every day, ordinary routines. It changed my life. When he passed the hurt was tremendous. I have come to realize that was my refinement by fire; the pain of losing the routine I had come to love, the man I had come to understand and honor. I was never the same after his passing, I was refined.
Anyone else have a story where they discovered love in the ordinary of things?
I cared for my Dad until he passed back in 2010. He was hard to deal with because he had his own way of doing things. By nature he was a tough, loud and straight forward man never really mincing words. While I cared for him, I grew tired, weary and wondered sometimes, what am I doing here? We never got along really well. I never was able to teach him anything about spirituality and in his own words he would say, "that's all bullshit Kristina". So I never was able to tell him, I will see you again, there is life on the other side of this, you won't hurt anymore Dad. My spiritual growth from this process was doing everyday mundane things for my Dad. I showed him love by folding his clothing, making his meals and handing him a cold iced tea. The love I found was in ordinary every day routines. When I hung his clothing on a hanger I remember I would hang it just so, this way when we dressed for the day, my Dad would look put together, neat and tidy. In that way, I found love. In every day, ordinary routines. It changed my life. When he passed the hurt was tremendous. I have come to realize that was my refinement by fire; the pain of losing the routine I had come to love, the man I had come to understand and honor. I was never the same after his passing, I was refined.
Anyone else have a story where they discovered love in the ordinary of things?