Today I explored being there. Just being there for others. Letting someone know that you have their back. That you believe in them. Even if you aren't friends, and you won't see much of them. You know that God lives in them, and that they can do whatever they need to do. Sometimes, I offer prayer. Words can't always help. You say, it'll be all right. If the person doesn't believe that, the words won't do any good. Prayer always helps. On a subtle level pray can be so much more than words.
Luke and I were feeling overwhelmed by our basement. We have stuff from our kids, our stuff and stuff that just seems to appear. We were scared to go down there and start the process of cleaning up. We have these great shelves. They could help us to organize the rest of the house. But the shelves are crowded with stuff . . . The floor space is crowded with stuff. It smells and it's dirty. I didn't even realize.
Luke was scared. I supported him and he supported me. We started in one corner and did as much as we could. I'm good at organizing a project. Luke sees where to start. We went for it. Then we gave things away: we made three piles for three different types of charities. And while we were at it, we found our the photo we took with Don Ho, when we visited his club in Hawaaii.
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