Interrupted Me Time

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep went our front door buzzer last Friday. “Okay, okay! I’m coming!” I was a little bit annoyed I must confess. It was about 2:30 pm and I was enjoying a magazine while the girls slept and Micah was at his friend Jarel’s house. Being unexpectedly jolted from my few moments of quiet was not something I was happy about. Me time. I covet me time. Sometimes a little too much.

So I walked to the door and opened it, expecting to see the UPS man. It was not the UPS man. I was met by a jolly “How are you doing sweetheart!” and a kiss on the cheek by a man in a plaid fedora cap, tweed jacket and an interesting assortment of other clothing, all put together to give the impression of English gentleman slash beach junkie. It was Hector, a homeless friend Rick and I met a few years ago outside our local grocery store. Kind and personable, we have had some interesting conversations with Hector, ranging from health issues (he has serious diabetes complications) to death to his spirituality (he is very soft towards Christianity and Jesus).

Hector brought his new girlfriend with him to our house and together, they seemed very intent on visiting for a while. I was so tempted to tell them I had other things to do and this was not the best afternoon but they were so excited to see me and frankly, so cute together…I simply could not say no to spending time with them.

I got a few chairs and we sat down outside in front of our apartment for a while, drinking coffee and eating Melba Toast. A little hand-held stereo they had brought along with them played Spanish music in the background. I found out Hector’s girlfriend has her own two bedroom apartment so Hector is no longer homeless. Together, they spend their days collecting bottles for cash. Apparently the competition in the city is stiff so they don’t make a lot of money but it is something. He still seems to live off Vodka while she seems very health conscious and stable. A good influence for Hector.

Before long, they were off. Gone to live the restless, wandering life many in New York City are destined to by day. At least at night, Hector has a roof over his head now and someone to keep him somewhat grounded.

I don’t know when I’ll see Hector again but next time, I hope I will be more ready to welcome him and his girlfriend into my afternoon with less hesitation and more of a sense of opportunity. God has brought this surprise relationship into our lives. I want to act with Hector as I would with any other friend or acquaintance…I want to welcome him into our life (within wise boundaries of course. I know as a mom with three vulnerable kids, I must be wise) and treat him like he is a person worth knowing and loving. Yes he may look dirty. Yes he may live a lifestyle that is not the norm. But Jesus came for ones just like Him, who know they do not have it all together. Who know they need someone bigger then themselves and their circumstances!

We never know what God has in store for us each day. One thing is for sure…He likes to interrupt our “me time” so that we would be more submitted to His more glorious, “Him focused” plan!:)

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7 Responses to Interrupted Me Time

  1. Adrienne says:

    What a great story! I too depend on "me time" a little too much. A good reminder also to step outside our comfort zone. Some would say, "You let a homeless guy into your house!" But that is exactly what Jesus would have done.

  2. Grace says:

    Susanna, I hope God does give you more opportunity. And I must admit…I'm glad you hung out with him outside. No matter what man homeless or working…it would make me nervous to know he was inside with you:) Love you.

  3. Rick says:

    I'm proud of you for such a Christ-like attitude of caring for a man the world would reject. Your soft heart to God's leading, and steadfastness in making eternal things your top priority challenges me daily. love you

  4. Johannah says:

    How I love your willing heart. These are the opportunities that NY can offer by the bucket-full! May your eyes be open to many more ways you can reach out a hand of compassion in your daily comings and goings. An idea: Keep some kind of wholesome snack in a tin by your front door so you can "dine" with them next time on something yummy. I have tried to make it a habit to keep some kind of baking or snack with me when I head to my parents because there is always someone waiting at the off ramp to their place. Love you,Jo

  5. Anonymous says:

    I'm sure it was a memorable day all around..Mom

  6. Judy Beltrez says:

    God Bless you Susanna for having such a warm and open heart

  7. Anonymous says:

    Good girl! That was the right thing…and like Grace said, glad you thought to be outside. kids slept and you had some extra eyes,…always a good thing!maryanne

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