Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I Love a Parade
Every morning I am part of a parade of people. There is the guy who bears an uncanny resemblance to his large dog strapped to his belt, there is my neighbor who I wonder if I have offended or doesn't wear her contacts in the morning because I always wave but I am not acknowledged. There are the two girls from my ward - Tara and Stephanie who I know I will see from a distance at 6:13. I know I will see them at a distance because I avoid ever catching up to them. These are two amazons who both ran 5K's and placed while each were 9 MONTHS PREGNANT!!! You know how I say I got 3rd place in the 5K? Well Stephanie just about to give birth came in second, Tara first. I am terrified that one day I will end up running right by them and they will kick my heiney, and I will have to pretend that I run that fast every morning while disguising my inability to breathe. Another gal, Camille, in my ward placed in the twenty something bracket, and I advoid her on our parade as well - for the same reasons. There are countless others that make up our group, grumpy man wearing fedora who walks in the middle of the sidewalk, never willing to pull over, and there is young man wearing hunters orange which makes me question my own safety wearing all black - however I am pretty intent on not ever wearing a color that can be seen from the planet Venus.
Every once in awhile a few people are added, and some drop. One very heavy lady who had her walk impaired because of her thighs rubbing together was with us and every morning I wanted to shout "good job!" but worried that she might be startled at someone running up behind her and shouting and would want use her pepper spray on me. I haven't seen her for awhile and miss her.
This week we have a new member, I have christened her in my mind as "she who walks small dog rapidly while talking on her cel phone at 5:45 a.m." I baffle at who on earth she could be talking to or if she is just trying to ward off muggers by showing she has friends who know right where she is. I like that lady, she doesn't have a walking partner, so she calls someone up and takes them along by phone.
I silently cheer for people who join our parade. While I am running I wave to some, and nod at others, we have an unspoken camaraderie. I have no reason to believe that they can't succeed, and I would never stop one and say "I know you are trying this now, but you have tried in the past and failed, so you might as well go back to bed" That sounds ridiculous, yet I have said that to myself and I am ashamed to say I have said (or thought - which is just as bad) the same kind of thing to family members.
I want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt including me. I am going to believe that everyone can be who they want to be with faith and works. I am going to expect people to do their best and if they fail, I want to be their cheerleader, and be patient, full of love and hope. I want to be the person that my husband will shout from a podium to a massive group of people - "I would like to thank my wife, she always believed in me and I never could have succeeded with out her." Then crowds will cheer, and I will look on them as a benevolent angel waving with tears in my eyes while wearing a beautiful ball gown made of tole and sequins all while floating above them in a bubble, sort of like Glenda the good witch. I am tired of being Elphaba, the wicked witch of the west to myself, family and friends. I am going to cheer for my family and myself the same way I do for my silent friends on my parade. My sister (Carrot Jello, the famous blogger) and I decided that we should be like June Cleaver, she was always so kind and positive to Ward, Wally and the Beaver. They were lucky to have her. I never once heard her give the Beave a lecture and then say "of course you wont obey because you never do." So Carrot and I decided we are going to put on aprons before our husbands and family come home to remind ourselves to "Be June". And saying this, I can only expect the good.
True change is part of the Gospel. It is what the atonement is all about. What if christ was sent to complain about the world that through him the world might be critized? Luckily it doesn't work that way. Christ changes our hearts and behavior, He heals and teaches:
"...for ye say that your hearts are changed through faith on his name; therefore, ye are born of him and have become his sons and his daughters" (Mosiah 5:7)
Just about every family night we sing "I am a Child of God". I am His child, so are you and so is my family. We are entitled to unlimited potential. Who are we to tell God that we, or others are incapable of change? We can change and be whoever we want to be, if you want to be healthy and thinner you can if you do it through faith in Christ who will help you do the hard work. I have every reason to believe this because that is how I changed. God is no respecter of persons, We just can't be afraid to join the parade.