Living beyond our own routines

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Millie claimed my chair.

By Bruce Stambaugh

I sat on our screened-in back porch eating a light lunch with my wife and our granddog, Millie. Neva and I were dog sitting while our daughter and her family were away for the weekend. The dog duty was in the fine print of our moving contract.

As I nibbled at the delicious egg salad Neva had prepared, a mockingbird called from the crest of a roof three houses away. Not to be outdone, a northern cardinal sang its springtime repertoire from a neighbor’s lilac bush.

As I picked at my lunch offerings, I thought about a comment I had heard a couple of hours earlier. “It’s been a long week,” the man said. That caught my attention.

Anticipating a bit of bad news or perhaps a string of events that bore him negative consequences, he instead spoke far beyond himself and his own life experiences. He mentioned those in the world who lacked basic human needs, food, shelter, water, love. Every week is a long week for them.

I marveled at his keen sense of compassion, his devotion to looking and living outside his own situation, his own desires, his own problems no matter how big or small. Instead, his concern was for those in dire straits. His urging was to be observant, considerate, and helpful to those we meet in our daily comings and goings.

That hit home for me. Here we were, only a month in our new home, still trying to establish some semblance of a new routine in our new state.

Not surprisingly, Neva was ahead of me in that regard. She had already begun to volunteer once a week at a local thrift store doing what she loves. Helping others regardless of their station in life or their background or their creed is in her DNA. She had also already helped pack groceries at a local food pantry.

I’ve been slower to engage in such activities. After spending my entire adult life in the public eye one way or another, I wanted my new routine to be more personal, more private. I want my actions to continue to be purposeful, useful, and productive for others in this new life we have chosen for ourselves.

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Granddaughter on the move.

Participating in the lives of our active grandchildren and their parents tops our lists. We’ve already begun to do that, Millie being Exhibit A.

My intentions are to cultivate the activities that I love besides my family of course. I’ll find some birding buddies. I’ll go hiking and biking. I have books to write and photographs to publish. But as the man mentioned, I needed to reach beyond myself, too.

I’ll have plenty of opportunities with three universities nearby, the community’s focus on arts, the multi-cultural demographics, and the rich historical and natural geographical features the Shenandoah Valley offers.

But as I sat on our porch with Neva and Millie, lazily eating, listening, pondering, I considered those in the world who have long weeks every week. I need to incorporate the lame, the lost, the least into my newly unfolding routine as well.

I’m not exactly sure how that will play out. I just want to step outside my comfort zone, my familiarities. It seems the right thing to do, especially given the horrors in today’s complex and interconnected world.

I’ll begin by meeting people right where they are. Spontaneous or planned, it must be done. Perhaps then their week and mine will feel a little shorter than their previous one.

When I saw this man setting up his flag for Memorial Day, I stopped and asked to take his photo. He gladly obliged.

© Bruce Stambaugh 2017

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6 responses to “Living beyond our own routines

  1. Elaine

    This resonates with me. I often think of people in countries that are war-torn and are on the run (move) because they have no home, or those that are in their homes but face danger each day. Usually I cannot linger there long in my mind as I cannot even process what it is like for them. Even a simple thing as taking a hot shower will cause my heart to be sad because of their sufferings. I pray that God would draw their hearts to Him, so they can at least experience His peace in the midst of their suffering.

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  2. Gail B.

    A great post, Bruce and yes, the devil is always in the details, even a dog sitting “clause” – so familiar in our lives. Millie has certainly settled in and made herself comfortable 😊 Indeed we live in troubled times and are so grateful for all that we have and the country we live in. And today another attack on British soil which saddens me. We can only help when and where we can.

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  3. pamela lakits

    Thank you for giving us food for thought. We are so blessed to live where we do and because of that we should give back. However, there is nothing wrong with taking some time to pray and reflect and let God move you in the direction He wants you to go in caring for his “sheep”. You both are great servants and you Bruce, will find your place to serve. God takes us where he will, we just have to listen. I believe he is already using you through this blog.

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    • Thanks, Pamela, for your thoughtful, supportive words. Indeed, I see writing as a way to share the Good News. I choose to let the words speak for themselves to the readers, each in their particular situations.
      Blessings,
      Bruce

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