Bismillah!
My husband is doing a performance in New York in support of our freedom fighters locked down. Sometimes I am concerned for him. Sometimes I miss him. Sometimes I am selfish and do not wish to share my husband with the world. Other times, I am understanding. I am thankful. I am proud. While other times, I am fearful. Sometimes, I want to sing all his hooks. Record all his videos. Go to every performance… But I can’t.
I am most often prayerful, cognizant that when God has given you a mission. You must submit. When God has revealed to you how you are to use your gifts and talents. You must submit. I used to think that my mission was to help my husband. That was it. That was all. I no longer feel that way. Don’t misunderstand me, part of my mission is to help my husband. I am his help meet. Don’t get it twisted, I AM THAT PROVERBS 31 CHICK! (I intend to put that on a t-shirt…copyright 2013) But, I am me. I too have a mission. But, everything in its own time.
THMLF has got me thinking about the time. How am I supposed to utilize my time here on Earth…specifically. He tweeted earlier today, “We have to accept responsibility to rectify the condition that prevails in our communities because no one else can do it for us. Rise up and accept your responsibility!” We all have a different role to play and different responsibilities. At different times in our lives we may have to fall back and figure out just what that role is. The thing is we have to keep moving while trying to figure out where we fit in.
What I am learning is that everything must be in its own time. When you try to rush things, they are compromised. You can’t take the cake out before its done. I am learning to trust that Allah is Sufficient and the Best Knower. I am learning that this world and the mission is so much bigger than just me, but that I still play a part in it.
My part today was not as grand as what some might think their mission would be. It did not involve speaking before congress. Nor did it envolve removing a brain tumor. To me, it was just as important. I helped my sister begin to learn how to sew. It’s funny how the God can teach you lessons, if you just shut up and listen for Him.
I’m really busy. My husband is frequently out of town. We have three small children (the youngest is one) who all have extra curricular activities and I am in school full time. But, I agreed to help my sister start her sewing journey. I am grateful that she came by. She too is busy. She is newly married. She is pregnant and has a daughter who has extra curricular activities. But, it was important to her to learn how to sew, for herself and for her daughter. Nation building starts with individuals and families first.
We met for about 4 hours and by the end we were both exhausted. Her spirit of tenacity is always inspiring. I love how you can look at her face and see her mind working. She was in the orientation class when I was the instructress and she was always the most studious and the most quiet. You had to be prepared, because she was there to find truth. She takes her spirituality seriously. She is the epitome of humility. Her grace is admirable. I love and admire this sister.
I have to tell you. I only intended on spending 2 hours max….ok one hour… on the class. But, she was so determined to get her head around a certain concept that we had to keep going. She taught me that I do have more time to dedicate to helping others. She taught me that I do have the patience and knowledge to teach people how to sew. I am not the best seamstress, no not by a long shot, but I know how to sew. Just teaching the basics of pattern reading, measuring, and fabric selection will give someone the basics of sewing. She can take these principles and teach herself how to make anything she wants to make …and she will. I am inspired.