Monday, August 15, 2011

simple love

the biggest thing jesus has opened my eyes to is....simple love. we make love so complicated. it really is not complicated at all. i figure if i can learn to love the hardest to love, then it will be easier to love the easiest to love. maybe?

saturday morning i was walking from one side of wwgo to the other, where the garden is. on davis street there is a family that i have grown to love. ms. bernice is the grandmother. she is in her late 50's, at the very end of her life battle with AIDS. her husband was in prison, raped and infected. came home and infected her. she is sicker than he is now. she has the heavy burden of 5 grandchildren in her home to take care of. their mother (her daughter) is in and out. praying for complete redemption in her mind, body and heart. their dad is aloof as well. kenyata is 15. aaron is 11. amir is 5. alexis is 2. baby a'zaih is 3 months. i love these kids as much as i love my sisters kids. i love going over and seeing them. standing on the porch with ms. bernice, giving her a hug and talking to her. aaron was sitting in one of the cars listening to music. i walked over to him and asked him to come over to the garden with us, just to hang out, not realizing how much he needed it.

he starts 5th grade. was supposed to go friday but didn't, not real sure why. he has a sweet smile. gentle attitude. peaceful spirit. broken heart. he is starting to feel the same burden his grandmother feels having to take care of his brothers and sisters. with his mom not there much, his dad in jail right now. we just sat and talked for a while. talked about sports, friends, school and family. he wants to be a scientist. he is smart enough to be anything we wants. he loves basketball the most, especially lebron - oh yeah! he stayed for lunch with us. we walked him home.

what i know now. aaron was sitting in that car listening to music to get away from the burden he carries inside their house. to have some time to be alone. he walked to the garden and spent time with us because he felt loved. he is loved. as simple as it may seem to some, it is still loving him. it is simple love.

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