3.09.2013

Bending {Patron Saints and Spiritual Midwives}



I open wire gate, walk through tiny garden and white azaeleas toward the kitchen. Her soft, croaky voice, with it's high notes, weathered with time, wafts out the screen door as she instructs the children that have already flown inside to her, ahead of me.

This is not the home of my childhood that I remember, but she cooks for us here and makes her days here, and so it will do.



Dumplings and chicken piled high in the pot, the steam rising, she's slightly bent over the counter in the tightly spaced kitchen, beautiful white hair slightly coifed from church that morning, rolling dough out in flour, the dough that my grandfather said she rolled way too thin. Less meat, more dumplins, he tells her. This would become the center of discussion and debate at the table.

"Ah! You are making chicken and dumplings!" She nods--I see the twinkle of pride in her eyes. She knows it's my favorite and I had asked for it weeks ago when I was sick but she couldn't come because she was too.

I set about the hard task of putting myself right into the work, a hard thing to do when you are used to your Granny always waiting on you, for all those years, and she never asked, really always discouraged help.

But I can't bear sitting while she bends and breaks, so I plant myself right in her way and throw the soft unbaked bread on white powder and roll it out with 50 year old wood, careful of the sink water two inches away from floured paper.



The old wood, full of family history--it feels perfect in my hands and I watch the way the thick stuff flattens and smooths. We work side-by-side, Sunday afternoon sun streaming in through screen door, hitting our backs, and she willingly waits for the dough, throws it into boiling broth while I do the bending and smoothing.

She and I strain pears, that good juice running down the drain making no sense to me, and I call the girls in for them to pile the grainy sweetness on plate with mayo and cheese. The pears, they shine in the Sabbath sun. We do the most important and holiest of work and teach them a poor man's {or hurried woman's} Southern dessert.

I go to the hall closet in search of some stain remover for baby's dress, and I see a woman's tireless work, how she chooses to walk out her days, always working, serving, never giving up and there they are, staring out at me--clean, plush towels lined up neatly row after row, her bottles of cleaning supplies tucked in here and there. She has touched deep places of influence in me she will never know anything of.

In the kitchen, we cluck and cackle and over sweet tea--has the sugar been added?--where the children will eat, girls, set the table, ice for glasses, and I take Granddaddy's tea to his chair. The kids will have the little table in the kitchen.

Granny steps to the living room, and addresses Granddaddy: "What do you want now?!" We laugh at their old-couple squabble and we all gather around with trays and talk important matters, including whether the dumplings should have been thicker, and our stomachs are nourished with flavors of the South, that soul food warm all the way down.

Granny gets enough of Granddaddy's complaining and in her feisty way, tells him she was aimin for healthier.

After the plates are cleaned, Husband needs a t-shirt for football with the church men, and Granddaddy says look in the second drawer. Underneath several bottles of cologne for a man who enjoys smelling good, I open drawer and pick up soft, worn t-shirts one by one, reminded of when I was a little girl, needing a t-shirt for staying over-night. They all say XL, and I know that will not fit my man.

I search and in the back, in shadows, a card with cute purses on the front sticks out between folds--I know immediately it was the card I gave him years ago. My heart hammers a little harder as I hold it up, open it, and I am so touched that he has kept it safely tucked away in his drawer--the place all men keep things close to their hearts.

The greatness of these two people stands above me, looming, but I try to tell them in scrawled words--loops and crosses a little unsure and timid but knowing what is in the heart to say--how I sit and think sometimes of the beauty of how they live out the gospel in their lives--that they may never have been missionaries, or involved in some limelight ministry, but their family has been their mission field--how they never stop giving even after they've given all--they have fleshed out Matt 5:38-42--how they have brought glory to God, our very realest purpose, and I tell them this is the greatest compliment you could ever be paid.


"You have heard it said, 'Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.' But I tell you, Do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you." --Matthew 5:38-42

Husband finds me standing at the drawer, asks if I found anything. He sees the tears brimming, wants to know what this is about. I show him the card and he says, "Who is this from?" He watches my eyes, looks into me. Nothing gets his attention like the wet pouring down his wife's cheeks.

A little shyly--"Me." I pick up a bottle of cologne and inhale, and try to remember.

He reads the first few lines and skims it over, smiling. He reads the date, "2007..." his voice a little unsteady. I wonder if he is remembering the year that we had Isabella, when we were still at our old church with our beloved Pastor and his wife, when we were married to a church body, before spiritual devastation happened, when life was very, very good and God's graces flowed abundantly. Like babes, we ignorantly lapped it up, not fully knowing what we had.

I reach up into the closet shelf where a soft blue t-shirt, something close to cadet blue, peeks out and I look at the tag, oh, a Large, this will have to do.

I walk into the living room, right up to the man and hand him the card, tell him it made me cry to find it there, to read it, bend down and take his face in my hands and tell him he is a wonderful Granddaddy, my body bent over and my heart bent over in all this weeping reality, all this gospel light, all this love.

Instead of looking at me and acknowledging, he makes some remark about how not everybody thinks he's so great. But I know it's hit it's mark--right there in the softness of his heart the arrow pierced--I can see that little bit of twinkle in his eye, the smile dancing in the corner, that he won't let have center-stage.

He avoids my eyes, but I know he hears me. These are the only words he ever wanted to hear in the whole of his life.


I lay down in the dark coolness of their room with baby girl next to me, and she fidgits some, but like me, her body soon gives way to Granny's high thread-count sheets, shadow's cool of blankets piled high atop us.

I lie there thinking as I drift off, how many graces God has given, how He has bent low and heard me, listened to my heart's cry, that mighty God himself would bend over, heart exploding for me, this is extravagant grace that I can hardly imagine or fully allow.

But in spite of me, His arrow has hit it's mark and I gush over and out and I can do nothing but fling arms open wide to all this love.


**edited re-post from the archives


Shared with Sarah Bessey at her International Women's Day synchroblog, where we're writing about Patron Saints and Spiritual Midwives...

Related: A Beautiful Tapestry Not Of My Own Making {Patron Saints and Spiritual Midwives}..."I have sat on summer and fall afternoons on her screened in wrap-around front porch, us swinging on her oak swing, Mississippi breeze blowing gently, as her voice so shaky and slow, told me of her husband, an alcoholic, and how he beat her. She told me of how the kids would run outside and play up under the house so they wouldn't have to be around..." Click here to read more...

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