By Blake Daly, FC 17 Syracuse
Spring has arrived in Syracuse and the n
ice weather is finally here. The trees are waking up and it seems like all of Syracuse is following suit. Everyone is out on their porches, the windows are open, the music is on, and so is the city. The intoxicating weather makes it hard to imagine that a few months ago the city was buried under snow and I catch myself taking it all for granted thinking, “finally it’s here, now what!” . This all started to change a few weeks ago when I began visiting with a resident at Francis House on the patio outside.
It was early in the spring, the sun was out and the weather was in the 50’s so naturally, as a true Canadian, I was in a t-shirt and itching to get outside. I asked the residents if any of them wanted to get outside and while many of them did want to, they realized that it was still a little too cold for them. Through this I did manage to find one resident who wanted to go so she bundled up and we went outside to hangout.
Initially our conversation was the usual:
“Wow, it’s such a nice day!”
“Yea it really is, I can’t wait for summer!”
We talked a bit more and got to know each other but I could tell that she was looking intently at the garden around us. Our conversation slowed and naturally I pulled out my phone to look up when the Chiefs were playing, what hiking trails we should go to, and other spring activities. I was doing this until my new friend said:
“How good is God?”
I looked up from my phone, “Yeah. It is pretty amazing out here!”, then I turned back to my phone. Then she said something that caught me off guard:
“He made all of this for us and it is perfect.”
This comment persuaded me to put my phone away and I decided to just sit there watching both her joyful expression and the outside world around myself. I took the time to stop planning what I should do when the weather is nice and I tried to look at it for its own uniqueness.
Sitting on the patio and enjoying the day has become a regular thing for us to do and we have had the blessing of being able to watch the world changing right around us. That day, that garden, that sky, will never happen again. It was unique. It was a once in a lifetime moment and it is forever gone. But that uniqueness and perfection that my friend gave me a glimpse into on the Francis House patio will stay with me forever. It will stay because every day is unique and so is everything in the world.
Imagine a world where everything is unique. There are no other days like this one today, no two baseball games the exact same, no music, no food, no ideas, nothing. Nothing the same, everything unique and new. This is the world in which we live. What an adventure.
This gift of insight that my friend shared with me has been a game changer for me and I anticipate a lifelong challenge of finding the uniqueness in every day and the perfection in it all.