To navigate the world of special education, it helps to be fluent in acronyms:
- IEP – Individualized Education Program
- FAPE – Free Appropriate Public Education
- LBS1 – Learning Behavior Specialist (A note to the text savvy: If you leave off the “1” it means “laughing but serious.”)
- BIP – Behavior Intervention Plan
- RtI – Response to Intervention
- Etc. etc., ad naseum
But in the world of grocery shopping? There’s only one you really need to know… ABC.
Some of you may be in the Peppermint Mocha or Hazelnut camp but I’m a plain and simple half-n-half girl. Not fancy. But essential.
In fact, when a storm is predicted or Tim, the shopper, goes out of town for a few days, my request is simple. Make sure I have enough creamer to match my coffee supply. This is perhaps because a morning without the best cup of coffee cannot be nuanced – although I could go to Moka or Starbucks, I like nothing better than moving slow with a cuppa joe in the early hours.
However, when I am the most reflective, taking the time to consider my “needs” differently, I look past what makes my morning or my life comfortable and sweet.
- When the Jewish women were shipped off to a camp, what did they do when they had a period? (That is, before they were starved and stopped menstruating…)
- What do the children in Africa, orphaned by the AIDS epidemic, do to survive? or those at our southern border separated from their parents?
- How do prisoners of war, of all nationalities, colors, and faiths, survive?
There is one answer to all of those situations. People work together. They see the needs of others and find provisions for the common good. They form a human chain to rescue the boy in the raging river. They combine their collective strength to push a car to safety. Or pull a driver from an upended truck.
They even risk their lives to save a burning California home.
Sure, there are the outliers who maintain that it’s ever and always every man for himself . But time and time and TIME again we witness how people rise to a crisis occasion, sacrifice what they can, forming bonds of help and hope, rather than building escape hatches big enough for just “me and mine.”
By and large, we are givers. And workers and helpers. And when we step back from craziness, we can see and, deep down, know this:
Greater love has no one than this,John 15:13 (ESV)
that someone lay down his life for his friends.
For many, this has already hit home… when a loved one signs up for another deployment, starts another shift at the precinct, or enters the room of the catastrophically ill.
Until now. Because, for a while, we may all be called to a new level of generosity. We may be asked to give or donate or choose in ways that radically affect the lives we enjoy. In ways we could not have imagined a few short weeks ago.
I will continue to fight for my own family – and they for me. We will watch out for each other, support each other, and refuse to compromise for each other.
But, if someone else asks for help or needs a hand, if a family is drowning, if someone has no where else to go, we will gather what strength and resources we have to do the right thing – together. We’ll stay together and work together, give together, hope and help together.
I have not been and I can’t anticipate a time when I would be asked to give my life for family or friends. It’s way beyond the pale of my imagination.
I pray, though, that whatever the future holds, I will be strong enough to do what Jesus would do.
Until then, my lovelies, I will follow the ABC’s of grocery shopping.
I will always have creamer …
…and coffee, perhaps some tea and a cookie or biscuit, PB&J, hopefully some fruit, chicken nuggets from the freezer, toilet paper, and Clorox.
You are welcome to any of them – or all.
Photo by Burst