I’ve never known if I was born left-handed. Not that it makes a difference. I do remember my first baseball glove fit on my right hand. But not in the first week of life.
Came across this link [see below] this morning and wondered how apt? So much is inapplicable, especially because of the short-shrift to left-handedness in the Bible.
Yet, handedness? Is that critical? Okay. More curious than critical.
What is critical…and I will be surprised if a negative vote toward this: how do we relate to life and its circumstances, be they good or bad?
One answer: make peach cobbler.
Our nephew, Brian, came home yesterday. Mayo report still to be received. Some will do “the numbers,” in terms of how rapidly the cancer will gain a total upper hand. In the meantime, though. And a quick note that all of life is “in the meantime,” it really is. In the meantime, what can each of us do to relate to Brian and to let him know he’s not isolated from life?
Well, the inside self may feel that way. Wouldn’t it in some manner for each of us? But, for those of us who are not waiting for a Mayo Clinic report, what will we offer Brian? Or Shelly in Wisconsin? Or any friend [even foe, since each of us has them, too] who’s been diagnosed with something that has life-threatening in its prognosis?
My wife, Diane, commented last night, “I’m going to make peach cobbler. That’s Brian’s favorite.” And so. This afternoon Brian will get some peach cobbler. And, you know? He can have it as an appetizer, the dessert first. And muse that he’s sitting in a Paris eatery where dessert isn’t always served last. And for Brian to know…with the peach cobbler comes love and affirmation and presence and prayers. Whether or not we are left-handed. Because handedness is so less important than heartedness.
For the left-handers reading the blog, here’s the link…see if you line up…and to think, I didn’t even mention ‘til now about being in our right mind…