I will not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34

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Frankly Phyllis

You Never Know Who's Watching!

Frankly, I envied the man reading without interruption in the sunny window of Walker Bros. Pancake House in Evanston, Illinois. I noticed him on our way in, but my back was to him as I guided four kids, ages two through nine, through ordering and eating and basic manners from prayers to "don't let your braids drag through the syrup." Was the famous apple pancake really worth all this trouble? As I wiped spilled juice and sticky hands and checked the "little pigs in blankets," I sensed total focus and serenity in the reader behind me, and I longed for a little bit of it myself.

Right in the thick of things, I suddenly noticed that he had gotten up from his place and was standing beside me. He was smiling at me with genuine delight; had the ending of his book been so good that he needed to share it with someone else? He surprised me: "I want to thank you for what you've done for me today." My confused expression urged him on. "Watching you is like watching an orchestra conductor tending to tempo and balance, pulling out this section and holding back that one. It all goes so smoothly, like you've rehearsed for this performance." I asked if he would write that down for my husband and thanked him, and then he was gone.

How stunning to be noticed and appreciated, affirmed and validated for doing the most ordinary thing, while wishing for a good book to read. It was as if the Creator Himself had whispered, "You catch my eye with all you do." Knowing we have a "candid camera" focused on us through His loving eyes can add "extra" to the ordinary.

For the rest of the day, my load was lighter because I saw myself through someone else's appreciative eyes! I was a conductor. I was rehearsing for the performance of a lifetime, a mother's privilege of sending her offspring into the world with a song in their hearts. That night, I asked God to help tune up my little orchestra, so they could each stay on pitch in any key He chose for them. Looking back, having passed the baton, I can say that He did!

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