Thursday, March 17, 2005

Miss Ruby Mae

Making Everything Alright ...


I arrived this morning a few minutes before nine o'clock. After setting up my station, I went into the laundry room to get out the portable heater and plugged it up; it was a cold and rainy day in the city of Birmingham. That is okay with me though. I see it as Winter's way of saying good-bye before Spring begins. I walked up the stairs to greet the ladies. They were waiting for me in the TV room. All seven or eight of them. I  think I should start putting their names and time of their appointments on the bulletin board so they'll know whose turn it is. [and so I will know too] I can't help but laugh to myself because they all give me a, "pick me, pick me!" kind of look when I walk in.  I've been told by several of them that I am their only visitor during the week, and they are beginning to feel like I am family. Some, I can't get close to. Some people are just that way, I don't let it bother me, I assume they are just private souls. Still, for the most part, I am beginning to feel adopted by many of them.  Today, I would like to tell you a little bit about Miss Ruby Mae. She is from Helena. [Just a little FYI ... If you keep up with American Idol, you may know that Bo Bice lives there. Go-Bo-Go!] Ahem, [excuse me] anyway ...   A couple of weeks ago, I burned my right hand very bad. My entire palm and every finger on that hand had blisters. Actually, I did it on a curling iron when I picked it up by the barrel. Yes, I know the barrel from the handle, but it was upside down and I was preoccupied, thinking about ten thousand other things at the time.  Miss Ruby Mae noticed that I was wearing a glove and bandage and asked what happened. I told her about my silly mistake and how painful it was, then kept rambling about how I do it all the time at home when I take my corn bread out of the oven. For some reason, I always grab the skillet handle with my bare hands, knowing very well, I just took it out of the oven. Again, never thinking. Miss Ruby Mae is one of those mother-hen types who was just consumed with worry over my hand last week. [to tell you the truth, I sort of liked that, she reminded me of my grandmothers] This morning, she called me over to her and handed me a bag and said, "I made something for you!" as she beamed with pride. Inside the bag were two pot holders, stitched way better than I ever could have done, and the woman says she is legally blind! A note, and a stick of juicy fruit gum. Now, how'd she know that as a little girl, juicy fruit was my favorite, and both of my grandmothers gave it to me to make me feel better?  I had a little lump in my throat, but held back the tears till I got home and read the note. It said, "Girl friend, [she couldn't remember my name, bless her heart]  I enjoyed making these pot holders for you. Keep smiling, God still loves you." Then she drew a happy face and put lots of X's and O's on the bottom of the paper. Now, I have a question ...  Does she read my AOL journal?  By the time I finished reading this little note written by a nearly blind lady who is almost ninety years old, I had tears streaming down my face.  As I've said before, I've been struggling with some things lately. Some of them, major things that I can't control. Some of them, major things that I can control, after I get enough courage to change them. My pastor said the other day to the congregation, "Don't ignore God. He'd rather you let him know that you're angry at him and get it out of your system than to withdraw from him. Never-ever stop communicating with God! If you do, it will be just like any other relationship when you stop communicating" I did just that. One day as I was praying, I asked God if he even heard me. Does he love me? Is he even there? Is he real? If he's there, he needs to give me some kind of sign or I'm just going to assume I'm wasting my time, talking to someone who isn't even there! Then, I ducked - out of fear of being struck by lightening. Just in case.  So Miss Ruby Mae's gesture is either a sign that God's spirit does exist, through the acts of other's kindness or, she reads my AOL journal!  I have a choice. I can choose to take this as one of life's unexplainable happenings, or as a little sign that there is a power bigger than me, in charge. I choose to believe that someone else, someone more powerful is in control, because I am learning that I can't control everything. Knowing that He is looking out for my good is a comfort I haven't felt in a long time. I'll tell you something else - That's a good feeling.

Isn't it something, that God is still using Miss Ruby Mae to teach? God Bless her little heart.

note: sorry for the repeat alert folks, I had some editing to do that I'd overlooked.

11 comments:

sistercdr said...

I can't tell you how much I loved this.  It's so hard for me to tell our Creator when I'm angry at Him or Her. ( I can never pick a pronoun.  God/dess is as much mother as father to me.)  It's hard for me to remember that All powerful and All knowing means big enough to handle it and already aware of it until it smacks me upside the head.  I'm so glad you have a Miss Ruby Mae in your life.  People like that are such blessings.

my78novata said...

man that is amazing. I hope at that age I m still useful. OH man alive. Hope your liking your job better. Lori

mkolasa101 said...

I was so taken by that beautiful and setimental photograph and your sharing about God's Angel Ruby Mae for that is exactly what she was to you this time.  Is it perhaps because you have been an angel so often in her life and others at the home whereyou do your good works? Isn't it about sharing with others a part of ourselves, our day, our time that is really the community service that everyone talks about, or is it because we really do have so much of the Christ Spirit (love) within us that none of us can help but pass it on to someone else.   Thank you for sharing...that was beautiful.

Marlene-PurelyPoetry

http://journals.aol.com/mkolasa101/PurelyPoetry

wfhbear said...

You have life and you have those who cherish you. That should be your focus. Stephen is your most important possession but, insure that you do talk with God and insure that you do communicate with people. You will be surprised just how many Miss Ruby Mae's you can find in our world. Shy away from what you think is evil and who you think will pull you down. Put faith in love and faith in life. My best regards to you and Stephen as always, Bill.

indigosunmoon said...

Aw Mia!  What a terrific story!
Thanks for sharing it!!!
Much love,
Connie

bridgetteleigh75 said...

Mia ~

This was one of the most touching entries I've read in a long time...
Ruby Mae sounds like a little gem.  I hope the job is going better for you.  

Love you,
Bridgett

fancykat28 said...

This entry brought me happy tears.  I've read your journal for almost a year now and I've never commented.  I'm getting better at that!  I live South of you.  Down in Millbrook, just 10 miles North of Montgomery.  You're a angel from up above.
Hugs,
Chrissy

phlskygirl said...

Ruby Mae sounds like a gem.  And I'm sure you're one to her as well, or you wouldn't have a story to tell about oven mits.  What a lovely story to share, and the photo went perfectly well with it.

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jamcs605 said...

You are my Ruby Mae.

aynetal3 said...

Ahh, you've gained admittance to the "In-crowd!"  Bless all the hearts!