“You must be compassionate, just as your Father is compassionate.” ~ Luke 6:36

If this blog post turns out a little sideways, it’s because I woke up at 2:30 this morning – the “awake like day” kind of woke up.  For no apparent reason, just woke up.  And today I had a zillion things to do, so more rest was something I could have used.

One of the things that I had to get done today was grocery shop.  I’ve complained about this before, and the high school student that babysits for me on Mondays can always tell when I’m going, because I drag my feet in leaving.  Today was no different.  I had an impressive list that involved three different stores, and I managed to get it all done in a super reasonable amount of time.

But what I wanted to share from this experience had nothing to do with my time or what I bought.  It was the people I saw at the third store I went to.  While pushing my cart around, avoiding the unexplainable number of people in the store at the time, I saw a cute little husband and wife.  The wife was pregnant and adorable, and her husband was doing all the carrying and lifting and helpful stuff while they shopped.  And I was so jealous.  Jealous that she was so cute, jealous that she had someone to help her.  Jealous, jealous, jealous.

Then I saw another pair of people.  I believe they were mother and son, but I really can’t be sure.  The woman was in her fifties, but I could not hazard a guess for her companion.  He was mentally and physically handicapped, severely so.  He could walk, but it was slowly and with feet turned inwards, only socks covering his feet.  Speech was beyond his capabilities, and he made a variety of quiet sounds as they shopped.

But what impressed me was the patience, grace and dignity that exuded from this woman.  She was the absolute picture of mercy.  She calmly guided him through the store, helping him be able to help her.  It was truly touching, to see one human care so carefully about another.

And my jealousy of the first couple flew right out the window.  Yes, they may be picture-perfect on the outside.  According to societal norms, they have it made.  But if I could wish to be like someone, it would be to be like the second woman I saw, not the first.  Her compassion made her by far the most beautiful person I saw today.