"If I was as busy as my daughter, I wouldn't find time to sleep. She's got 3 dogs, 5 cats, works full-time and goes to school full-time," the portly old man said as he stood at the counter, "I usually don't come here in the afternoon, but she said she wanted coffee and so I said okay and here I am." "Yeah," the barista replied, "It seems like it's hard for anyone to find time these days."
"Well, I'm retired," he said, "So I don't do much a nothing."
And there he was in the coffee shop waiting on his daughter's coffee order. Because that's what he chose to do with all his time doing nothing. I don't know if that little exchange is significant in its reflection of our culture (schedules, family dynamics, consumerism and all that jazz). But I do know that something struck me as I eavesdropped.
This kind man was retired, well-fed, and eager to tell a stranger about one thing: his daughter. I got the impression he didn't see a lot of her, because of her dogs and cats and two-timing full-time gigs. I'm not sure their paths cross all that often. For some reason, on this day, the daughter called her dad to say she would have time to stop by for coffee in between all her running around.
I just imagine him hurriedly pulling his cell phone from his hip while simultaneously rousing himself from his afternoon nap. And then I imagine his haste to get out the door when she said the words, "I might have time to have a cup of coffee..."
I imagine all this because you could hear the affection in his voice (I couldn't see his face, but I imagine it beaming) for his daughter and the moments he would spend with her, even if they were fleeting.
Well, I guess I am just marveling at the power of our affections. It doesn't matter how our stories read today - how different they are or how similar. What does matter is that we are made in the image of a relational God who has designed us with these affections towards one another that would point to Himself.
Today, I am marveling at the power of affections.
let LOVE fly like cRaZy