March 3, 2021 It was two blueberry muffins, and they meant the world to me. There’s a new young woman, Alexis, in the office next to mine. Alexis works for the Pontifical Mission Society. Poor Alexis. We hadn’t worked together for a week before I had to apologize to her for the strange conversations that take place in my office. But Alexis wasn’t phased by the strange. She embraced it. She enjoys it! I quickly liked Alexis. Recently, I was having a super busy, stressful day. I arrived at work late due to a personal appointment, and then I found out I had more work to do than I initially thought - way more work. Running into her as she was leaving the office to get lunch, Alexis said something like, “have a good lunch.” “I’m going to skip lunch and try to catch up,” I told her. Alexis asked if I was going to make it through the workday with no food. “I have weird eating habits. I’ll be fine.” I was not fine. I was overwhelmed, and I was hungry. Almost an hour later, as I was putting the finishing touches on a page of this paper, I noticed Alexis in my door. She walked over to my desk and set down two homemade blueberry muffins. She noted she baked them using a mix and wasn’t sure how they’d taste. They tasted like a gourmet meal! Mix-made blueberry muffins are apparently magical when you’re super hungry. Or maybe her kind gesture was. Alexis’ gesture (and her muffins) were magical because they were a kindness exactly when I needed one. Alexis saw me struggling, and she took actions to show me she cared. She showed love. From what I’ve observed of Alexis, she’s trying hard to serve the Lord. She’s trying hard to do what she’s called to do and be what she’s called to be. She sees opportunities to be a conduit of God in everyday moments. And love can look like muffins. |
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