Counting our Blessings is what today has been all about. Today the new Constituency Office opened in our wee town and as “Chief Cook and Bottlewasher” I have been a bit headless chicken over the last couple of days getting everything sorted.
Started off a bit narked as someone let me down early on ……. and it was teeming …. real stair-rods type rain that hammered down and got you wet again as it bounced on the pavement and got you on the way back up again. Not a great start to a day to be fair.
But a few minutes after ten and we had plenty of folks in happy and chatting. You can’t be grumpy when handing out tea, sharing biscuits and smiles …. and seeing people back up on the their own two feet again.
Do you seeee the guy with the crossed arms? Well he managed to fall of his bike not too long ago during our Election campaign and broke his leg quite badly in a couple of places……. nothing was going to stop him coming today though … he has been waiting all his life for an MP’s office like ours to open
So you can’t be grumpy when it’s someone’s special day can you? Not when he literally broke his legs for you!!
And people kept coming – and the kettle was never off the boil – and the biscuits were laid out and replenished … and people kept on coming. In fact between 10 am and 4pm nearly 90 people paid us a visit and stopped for a chat and a cuppa and do something totally amazing ….
They brought bags and bags of donations for the local Refugee Collection Point …….. piles of warm, dry clothes, socks and soap … the barest of necessities. We stood with damp feet and drippy hair …. we came out on a foul day because we counted our blessings and we knew that today there were people in a much worse state than us …. and it was our responsibility to do something.
And sweeties were handed out to kids … and babies were brought in and handed around for cuddles or crawled between our legs and ate bananas and avocados and drank milk and fell into stuffed tummy slumbers. We looked at them asleep in their prams and then we looked at the donated shawls and baby slings ….. and we counted our blessings that our babies were safe tonight.
We pulled raincovers over buggies and walked them home … and we counted our blessings that we were not running throught the night and boarding unsafe boats to find safety in some unknown .. and for some unreachable place.
How do you keep a baby safe when you must carry them in your arms across a continent?
And tonight we know there will be families sleeping in the rain that continues to fall…. together in the dark and fearful for the light to come.
I will sit and watch my kids asleep tonight and I will be counting my blessings to have them with me, safe and warm and dry and most of all close.