A good friend of mine from my home church, Linda by name, had called my attention several months ago to a group of women who knit what they call “peace pals” – cute, each one unique knitted dolls that are sent to children around the world. She sent me the hyperlink to the patterns and so I made one (pictured here). She took it with her on a visit to Chautauqua in NY about a month ago. I asked if she had been embarrassed to present only one doll (because the folks who stand behind this I am confident, turn them out in bundles). Graciously she said no; she added that she had met a woman from the group whom she said she admired because “She’s one person making a difference.” (here’s the link if you’d like to check the group out: http://www.knitting4peace.org/index.php/what-we-do)
So, thinker that I am, I have been giving thought to what thing I might be known for that would make a difference…and I have not yet come up with anything. I have wondered if it is necessary to do something “special” to make a difference – you know, like create some new non-profit that helps others, give your time absolutely and abundantly to some cause, to write a book that changes the lives of others, etc. This weekend I learned something new, and it is good news for me – and if it resonates with you, it will be good news for you as well.
I was at a wedding of the daughter of my “adoptive family” (no, I was not adopted through any court action, but have wormed my way into the embrace of the Darrin clan for which I am ever grateful). As I watched the young people get ready for the ceremony and then watched Beth and Marty glow as they held hands and exchanged vows, I had an 'aha' about one person making a difference. Beth has made a difference in the world for Marty, and Marty has made a difference in the world for Beth. And that’s enough. There is, and there will be more, but the truth is that that’s enough. At the reception afterward, there was a young couple sitting at the table behind the one where I was seated, with a 5 month old baby boy. He was attired in a black and white tuxedo one-sie! I referred to him as “tuxedo man” – he was adorable. I don’t know his name, but “tuxedo man” has made a difference in the world to his mother and father…one person, making a difference.
I am concluding that we need not be rocket scientists, great poets or philosophers, saints or even American idols. We are making a difference in the world in relationship to those around us. It is my hope that my photographs of nature open the eyes of others t look and really see. Perhaps one of these blogs resonates with someone from time to time that gives them a new perspective. Our attentiveness to life and those we care for and about, day in and day out, is one person making a difference in the world. I imagine God asks nothing more.
(I added a new picture to PhotoFusion – first done up in color but that seemed distracting so I went with black and white. Be sure to look for the slug I met last week when photographing some mushrooms!)