To Care and Not to Care

My son and I w ent and saw a man today who fell off his ladder 8 weeks ago and broke his foot. We brought him food and eye contact, a listening ear and human embrace. His inner SE apartment had that old welcoming smell of spice and old wood floors where stories lived. He told me stories of his past and beamed with joy when he talked about his 5 year old daughter. Just 4 years ago, I remember sitting in the back row of our church with my newly born first son, and this man with the kindest eyes welled up with tears when he held my son. I teared up too, feeling a bit of his loneliness. The lines in his face held too many broken memories but his eyes held hope. He told me today that's its taken him a long time to be able to accept that the Father delights in him. Delights in him. That these past 8 weeks have been a gift , all glory to Him. This time, my eyes welled up with tears while he told me with a voice a kin to Bill Nighy, why they've been a gift.   We  also glory in o