Connecting

When I first got married, I determined I was going to like the things my husband liked. At that time, he followed Dodger baseball. I memorized the name of every man on the team. I think I really impressed him. My intention was to let him know I wanted to care about what he cared about. Of course, when he gave me a play by play of the game, my eyes kind of glazed over. I didn't want to know that much!

Next came football. Then basketball. Can you tell my husband likes sports?

As a teenager. I played softball but I PLAYED not watched. Watching was a new thing. Today, I actually LIKE to watch. My husband has even warned friends not to sit next to me when I'm watching my favorite football teams (any team that has a Manning boy on it). I have been known to flail my arms and pound on anything in my vicinity.

Last night I watched the Los Angeles Lakers basketball team win their final game of the season. But, I watched it alone. My husband was at a Dodger game! I was thrilled they won but it was not as much fun watching them because I experienced it alone. I had no one to complain to when there was a bad call, no one to help me cheer when Kobe Bryant or Pau Gasol made some great play. It just wasn't the same.

Long ago, God said, "It is not good that man should be alone."

I think God created in all of us the need to connect with others. My husband has said I will probably become a recluse if he dies before I do. I don't think so. Even though I am happy being alone, there are times I need encouragement, comfort, or the feeling of being connected.

Look around you. Are there people you know that are alone? Have you extended a hand of friendship? Invited them over for dinner? Spent some time just talking to them?

Search out someone who is alone and connect with them. You'll both feel better if you do!

Trying to connect, Gloria