Love In the Strangest of Places

What would you do on your wedding day? Do you get married at a historical site, in a registrar’s office or at a court house? Do you get married in a temple or a synagogue or a chapel or other religious place? do you then have a wedding party luncheon and a reception in the evening?

I am not married. Out of my eight siblings, five of them have married and each ceremony and/or reception was a little different. But none of them held a reception or luncheon quite like this one.

Picture this:

A beautiful bride, resplendent in her gown, her hair done just right, makeup stunning and jewelry elegant. Her groom, handsome in his suit, hair and beard trimmed neatly, waiting patiently for his bride to place her hand in his.

They say their ‘I do’s and still in their wedding clothes begin to hand out sandwiches to those who are homeless in several parks near where the wedding ceremony takes place.

What?

Why are they doing that? That’s a little odd. Shouldn’t they change first at least?

Not the newly married Deven and Ressurrection Graves. This couple has an unusual beginning. They met in a homeless shelter in Washington, D.C. Deven courted and wooed Ressurrection over the course of several months before she agreed to become Mrs. Graves and they were married two years later on the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, which is also the same anniversary of when Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his ‘I have a dream’ speech.

This couple still works with the homeless to this day through a non-profit organization that they founded. It’s called Glory Soldiers Global.

You might be wondering why I’m blogging about this so late at night. I was just sending a last email before bed to several members of my church, once logging out I did a quick browse of the current news available and stumbled across an article of this couple (http://www.today.com/news/couple-who-met-homeless-shelter-pay-it-forward-help-others-2D12089799). Their story touched my heart and I knew that I had to write about it before I went to bed while it was still fresh in my mind. I have a bad habit about forgetting to do something with it comes to writing sometimes. (Which isn’t good as that is kind of my job outside of being a homemaker.)

Even if their story doesn’t catch your interest the way it did mine, I hope that you take a moment to check out the webpage for their non-profit Glory Soldiers Global (http://www.glorysoldiersglobal.org/).

And the next time you see someone who doesn’t have a steady roof over their head, remember this: they can become anyone if only they’re given a little bit of hope for their future.

Three Years

Three years,

A lot can happen in three years:

I’ve seen two more children born to one sister.

I’ve seen one wedding being put together in three months.

I’ve been to two funerals and had to send condolences to another.

I’ve been to four graduations and sent congrats to another.

I’ve found my footing when I’d been homebound for almost five years.

I’ve found peace where previously all I knew was anger.

I’ve seen a family fall apart and then come back together.

I’ve seen strangers turn away the sick and then others welcome the homeless.

People have died,

People have lived.

Lives have been lost,

Lives have been found.

The news has been all over the place:

Storms and hurricanes and cyclones and landslides.

Countries have burned in the fires of revolution;

They have also burned from nature’s wrath, her lightning.

Three years ago, I didn’t know what to do with my life.

I had my family and my friends,

But I didn’t know who I was.

I’m still searching,

But I know which direction to take.

A lot can happen in three years,

And it’s not such a high price to pay.


Written in honor of my third anniversary on WordPress.com.

Winter Life

Many people see winter as death or at least, as hibernation for the world. I have always seen it as the time of life. I am born in the winter, though for a long time I was the only one in my rather large family.

Then, one year, things started to change.

I had first one sister get married in the winter. It was a beautiful day in February a week before Valentine’s was even a consideration. The iced over grounds around them in their wedding picture have signs of life peeking out from under the snow.

Then, my brother was married a year later, also in February. My year-long brother-in-law followed the new newly-weds around, snapping pictures of them. There weren’t as many plants peeking up from under the snow this year, but the joy in their eyes was newly-born after years of hardships before they found one another.

A nephew was born at the beginning of winter. His bright blue eyes shine whenever he works on his many projects. Hours spent on something only to give it away to the first person who shows a love for it as great as his. I have never met a more generous soul than a birthday boy who is willing to share a small cake given him to those who happened to come by on a day that has been hard for them.

A niece was born with bright golden hair. Her laugh is one that truly brings new life to a room and gives new energy to a grandma suffering from chronic fatigue and a stroke. Her wonder at everything around her, though she has been in the world for years already, never seems to wane.

Another wedding, several months in the making for the youngest daughter in a family of 8 and her fiance. The wedding, being in November is an autumn theme wedding where the only things not in autumn color are the bride and the groom. The glow of their new life together shines brighter than any newborn star.

Amongst my new siblings-in-law I am not alone as the only adult birthday. My sister-in-law and newest brother-in-law share the winter with me.

Every spring and summer month held a family birthday all my life growing up. Winter was seen as mostly death and hibernation in my family, but now it is teaming with new life and new families that have started.

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Written for FreeWriteFriday.

http://kellieelmore.com/2013/11/15/fwf-free-write-friday-the-circle-of-life/

This is submitted a day late because my eldest nephew had his birthday party yesterday. It was supposed to be small and somehow ended up with something like 20 kids when there was only supposed to be 9. It was totally worth it and we ended up having enough for everyone anyway!