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Jesus shows up in a variety of places, and in all sorts of people. I met Jesus at the Lake Ronkonkoma County Park today. Jesus was a two year old little girl in pig tails. Her name was Rayna.

It was late afternoon of a busy Pastoral day. I had helped plan a funeral for one family, and counseled a woman of a different family whose sister had died. Then I found out the father of a family friend had died.

The Lake was close to the church office, so I went there to recharge at and say Evening Prayer while sitting on the bench facing the water. Heart still heavy, I walked along the beach and came across Rayna; she was at lakeside with her parents and grandmother.

When I met her, she was looking intently at the flowers growing near the large rocks in a line down to the Lake.

I said “Hello” to the family, they returned the greeting. Rayna’s eyes lit up as she pulled one of the flowers off the plant. She held the flower out to me, then with a grin yelled “Mama!” as she held the flower tight, and turned and ran laughing to give it to her smiling mom.

Rayna then ran back to me, held out her hand for me to hold, and then pointed down the beach with her other and began walking me back toward the playground. Her parents and grandmother happily followed us, gently smiling at her eagerness to share discoveries.

Rayna had lots to show us as we walked along the beach, hand-in-hand, our footprints making a wiggly path in the sand.

She was our enthusiastic yet patient tour guide, pointing out the geese, gulls, ducks (her favorite), rocks, feathers, sand. She was fascinated with the “caca” left by the birds (“No! Don’t touch that!” her mom repeated).

Rayna’s joy at her new discoveries was catching, and my spirit was greatly lifted in the short time shared on the beach. Her small hand in mine had led me to a place of peace.

As Rayna and her family headed toward their car, I thanked God for their gift of presence and simple joy in seeing creation through the eyes of a two year old!

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 My five-year old nephew Charlie and I were spending the day together. We were exploring the local village, visiting cool places like the motorcycle shop, had played on the space shuttle and slides in the playground, ate ice cream, and were now heading toward the “kite store”. My sister had given me the heads up about Charlie’s favorite places, and this one topped the list.

It wasn’t so much the store itself Charlie enjoyed, but the displays on the outside: colorful garden spinners lined the banister along the boardwalk leading to the store. Dozens more were stuck into the ground in a large area just off the sidewalk forming a garden of spinners. Many varieties of colorful circles, spinners in the shapes of cars, planes, a dog riding a bicycle, and a train cheerfully whirled in the summer wind.

Letting go of my hand, Charlie gave a squeal of delight and quickly scampered up the hill into the garden display. His excitement was infectious as he pointed to each in turn, laughing and running with them and the breeze. In a short while another little boy came up the hill, joining Charlie, and the two played through the garden, laughing with the spinners.

The boy’s mom and I chatted while the boys played. We were concerned about what the shopkeeper would say about the boys playing in the display, but the shopkeeper was too busy to notice. The boys were such a great advertisement for the garden spinners, the store now had many customers looking to purchase a spinner for their own gardens.

A God in the Ordinary moment: two little boys, strangers, enjoying a simple pleasure together in the summer breeze.

© Diane L. Neuls DeBlasio 2011

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The bright laughter of the children running around the grassy fields in the park drew Dorothy to a nearby bench. She put her grocery bag on the park bench, and then wearily sat down next to it. She had to admit, she didn’t want to go home to an empty house yet. There was too much light left in the day, and it was lonely at home. Her husband and children were gone; there was only so much company a television could give.

She was new to this town, and had met only a few people. What surprised her was that although she had passed dozens of people on the sidewalk from her home to the store, no one had made eye contact with her, or answered her “hello” or “good morning”.

The behavior of the people continued at the supermarket, even to the clerk who ignored her “Hello”, mechanically rang up and bagged her groceries, took her money, and not once look at her.

Dorothy had to admit that the indifference had hurt.

Turning her attention to the children, she smiled as she watched the kids as they noisily played their game of tag. A group of kids were picking dandelions, running back and forth to their mothers with the bright flowers.

One little boy spontaneously left the group and ran up the little hill toward her. Stopping in front of her, he smiled, and then quickly handed her the bunch of flowers in his little fist.  The Dorothy smiled back and thanked him as he turned and ran back down the hill, to continue his gathering of dandelions. It was a God in the Ordinary occasion: the boy had seen Christ in her, and she in him.

Renewing warmth filled Dorothy as she watched him fly back down the hill. She looked at the bunch of dandelions in her hands, and thought this was the most beautiful bouquet she had received in a long time.

© Diane L. Neuls DeBlasio 2011

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I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete. John 15:11

Squeak…squeak… squeak

The sound broke my concentration as I was looking for my favorite flavor of ice cream in the supermarket freezer.

 Squeak…squeak….squeak…

What was that noise? I realized it was coming from the aisle next to me. Sounded like one of the stuffed toys the dog liked to play with, the one with the little squeaker in it that drove the dog crazy until she masterfully removed the annoying sound maker with her teeth.

Squeak…squeak….squeak…

Familiar with the layout of the supermarket, I knew that the next aisle wasn’t the one with the pet toys. Not curious enough, I dismissed the sound, put the ice cream in the cart, and continued with my shopping.

Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak!!!!!!

There was no ignoring the noise now; it was directly behind me,  loud and persistent. Curiosity won, so I turned around.

I smiled at the unexpected sight: two joyful toddlers, “driving” a red vehicle-shaped shopping cart; each kid had their own steering wheel and their very own horn.  As they exuberantly pressed on the yellow horns, a squeak emerged. The grins on the kids’ faces were wide, their bodies wriggled in the seats with excitement.

A harried Mom was pushing the cart. The cart was full of groceries, which told me the Mom had been listening to that noise for her entire trip at the supermarket. I felt her pain.

The toddlers continued to happily press the horns, having discovered that the faster they pushed the horns the louder the sound, especially when they pushed the horns at the same time. They were greatly pleased when I moved my cart over so their cart could pass.

The Mom smiled back at me as she quickly passed by and headed to the checkout line. The squeaks continued while the groceries were placed on the belt, bagged, loaded back into the cart and then slowly faded as the Mom pushed the full cart out of the store to her car.

I saw God in the Mom on that trip to the supermarket. Her patience was remarkable. Yet, she knew the noise the kids were making was overshadowed by the sheer joy of the children having harmless fun with such a simple thing, a horn.  And the Mom was able to get her shopping done.

Like the children, may we find joy in the simple things. And then remember to thank God for those who have patience with us when we do!

© Diane L. Neuls DeBlasio 2011

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