#reverb 12, Day 16: Who inspired you?
I could talk about the 'famous' people I find inspirational. That would be easy.
But today the words seem empty and unimportant, considering all that's happened over the weekend. Too much sadness, too much loss, too many bullets. All weekend long I've heard the phrase 'it takes a village to raise a child' in my head, repeating over and over and over. I hear the words of Mother Teresa…'love begins at home', and 'People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.'
I think of my grandma, especially when I hear the words 'forgive them anyway'. She didn't just tell us that; she lived that way. People stole from her, used her, left her, lied to her. She forgave. She loved.
I'm not able to do that yet. I'm not able to let the grudges go, turn the other cheek and love people when they probably need it the most. Even so, I'm blessed with a life rich in everything that matters. I am lavished in inspiration. It's an everyday kind of inspiration; not the type that magazines or the media might be interested in, but the kind that persists, day in day out, perfectly imperfect and perfectly content to linger in the sidelines. It's how I know it's the real deal, this inspiration that continues not for recognition and accolades but because it's good.
It's there in the giggles and snuggles of my kids, the kindness of my dad and stepmom and the unconditional love of my friends. It's in the devotion of a single father, the respite and kinship of fellow bloggers, the drive to continually improve in my oldest child and the sensitive soul of my middle guy. Its in the seemingly impossible mix of confidence and innocence of my daughter and the undying faith of my 92 year old grandma.
Day in, day out, through tears and celebration, the routine and the surprising.It surrounds me, supports me, comforts me and awes me.