Today was just another day. We had a lot of rain last night, so I decided to go out and pull some more English ivy from around one of the tree gardens in our yard. It is growing and choking out some azalea bushes and spring flowers. I spent a short time out doing that. Afterwards, I had a wonderful conversation with a friend from California and while talking with her, I realized some branches had come down during the rain last night.
So, after the conversation. I went out to pick up the fallen branches. It was a lovely day out. Daffodils are blooming all over the yard and the hyacinths are budding. I love this house in the spring. Each place I look I see signs of spring and new life. I picked a bouquet of daffodils and placed them on my kitchen counter. My kitchen is a dark blue and the daffodils are a beautiful contrast. I have been content today.
Later this afternoon, I heard a car drive into our driveway. Several times I heard the locks beep. I got up, and went outside. A young woman was standing there. I asked if I could help her. She said she used to live in this house and wondered if it would be okay to sit in our driveway for a bit. I told her it was not a problem and told her how much we loved our home. She then asked if it would be okay to walk around a bit. I agreed to that. She thanked me and I told her it was nothing. I then said, you’re homesick, aren’t you? With that she started to cry and walked around to the side yard.
My heart broke. She stood by our little wishing well, gently touching it. I watched a bit from a window and could see her crying. Hubby went out to talk with her and they stood and visited for a few minutes. He asked if she wanted to come in, but, she declined. She told him that the room that is now our guest room was her room.
As I have thought about this unexpected visit from a stranger, my heart broke for her. She told my hubby that her folks divorced and they could not keep the house. I know, for her today, she needed to see something that was a part of a past for her. A past where she grew up and had love and laughter and memories. I have prayed for her since she left. I don’t know what she is going through now, but, I know there have been times in my life where I have longed for the past. I have longed for the familiar, the comfortable. As she drove off, I prayed that she would be okay. We told her she was welcome to stop by anytime. I hope somehow she felt a bit comforted by her visit home.
Many times we walk around lonely. I hope that if any one of you who read this are experiencing such loneliness that someone will provide that bit of security and comfort for you. Thanks for stopping by. Cathi (DAF)