Thursday, November 29, 2007

"The Invisible Woman"

Salisbury Cathedral

This piece was printed in the November issue of my local MOPS group newsletter. I read it over Thanksgiving and I was so touched that I just had to type it out here. I wanted to share with everyone else and to also preserve it because I know that sheet of paper would disappear somewhere. Be touched yourself!

Just the other night my husband and I were out at a party. We'd been there fore about three hours and I was ready leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the conversation, I whispered, "I'm ready to go when you are." He just kept right on talking. That's when I started to put all the pieces together. I don't think we can see me. I don't think anyone can see me. I'm invisible.

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not! No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some day's I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude--but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She going she's going she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together as well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no on sees."

In the days ahead I would read-no, devour-the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals-we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam! He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make very day, when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see m self as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 am in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by sacrifices of invisible women.

~Author Unknown~

Told you it was AWESOME!

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4 Readers Shared Their Love:

MaryLu said...

Thanks, just what I needed to hear today. No one made any comment about the neatly made beds, folded clothes that seem to appear in their dressers or breakfast in front of them. I may never get thanks from any of them, but God notices. Throughout our discouragements, those are blessed words--But God.
Thanks for the reprint.

Nina said...

Sarah - we must always remember that even when no one else sees, God sees and knows all that we are doing to build into the lives of others, whether it be our children and husbands, or others in our churches and communities. As a mother of many (and that for a long time!) I want to encourage you, however, to help your children see all that you do for them and respect and appreciate you. It is so easy for children to expect to be waited on and taken care of, and then grow up still expecting it! I think we want all of our children to be loving, respectful, and appreciate what God has brought to their lives, and their mom is one of the greatest gifts they will ever receive from our Heavenly Father. You will be blessed and honored by God for your ministry to your family, and God will use your children to bless you, too, as they realize the great treasure you are! Have a wonderful Thursday, Nina

Susan said...

Dear Sarah,

Oh, this was just incredible! Thanks so much for taking the time to type this up and share with us.

God truly sees all we do, and that is what is most important.

Blessings to you and your precious family,


Hubby said...

That was a great post, hubby.