A Gift
I was sitting in my office the other day, my head resting in my hands. I can't remember if I was praying or just exhausted.
"Cathy?" I looked up and saw Aimee standing at the door.
"Hi Aimee ," I said. "What's up?" I tried to hide my frustration at another interruption.
"Well, I couldn't help sensing that you seem to be having a rough day, and so I wanted to give you this." She walked in and put a stone on my desk.
"It's granite. It helps get rid of negative energy. I just thought you need it."
"Thanks, Aimee ."
She smiled and bounced out of my office.
While I don't share Aimee 's belief in the spiritual properties of minerals, I do appreciate the sentiment: Here's a young lady who was worried about me and showed me compassion in a way that made sense to her.
I placed the rock next to a polished stone marked with a cross. As I looked at them, I recalled a psalm:
“I love you, LORD, my strength,
LORD, my rock, my fortress, my deliverer,
My God, my rock of refuge.”
Call it grace. Call it energy. All I know is that I felt better after receiving that simple gift from Aimee . And the gift wasn't the rock. The gift was compassion.