I have never binge watched a television show.
I have not watched most of the “popular” shows.
There is, however, one show that I will clear my schedule for. If you’ve read my blog for long you know and may be sighing, ‘She’s writing about this AGAIN?”
It is The Voice. There are a number of reasons I love that show…
- It is fun and amazing entertainment, with meaningful and touching life stories.
- Emphasis is on judging inward talent, not outward appearance.
- Encouragement is common. Even when a contestant doesn’t make it through to the next round or is on another coach’s team, we often hear the coaches encourage and compliment the singers.
- I Want You. That’s what lights up when a coach turns their chair for a contestant. The message is loud and clear. Some can not help but respond even while they are singing. Others make it through their song only to break out into laughter or tears when they are done. It is a powerful thing to be accepted, to be wanted and to be affirmed. Hardly a week goes by that I do not cry at some point during the show.
There is one thing that I will miss The Voice for and that is Laundry Love. One Tuesday night a month, Laundry Love takes priority and I don’t think twice about it.
During our Laundry Love gatherings, we have some of the same opportunities the coaches do, just in an under-the-radar way that will never make national television.
We have the opportunity to stop what we are doing and turn our chair for someone else.
Last night it happened again. One particular couple showed up with their clothing in a worn out suitcase. They had never been to Laundry Love before but had heard about it through one of our local agencies. They are homeless. They are living week to week as they can afford it, in a run down hotel on the north end of Salina. They had no idea that we would be serving a meal as well. Last night happened to be pulled pork sandwiches. In a separate bag there was a bag of chips, fresh baked cookies, applesauce, some candy, a bottle of water, a spoon, a napkin and a wet wipe. As they opened their bags, the man was especially excited about all that was in it. Honestly, they ate as if they hadn’t eaten in a while. It is when they got ready to walk ‘home’ that I learned where they were living. That hotel is a little over two miles from the laundromat. We packed up extra of everything to send with them. Even as I did, I was mindful of the extra weight it would add to their load. I apologized. They assured me it was ok and they were entirely grateful. I pondered how they had been willing to walk two miles to get clean laundry. They left smiling. Although their load was more cumbersome, we were happy we could provide another meal and they were delighted to have it!
A young woman came in by herself. She had recently moved to Salina from western Kansas. Just that night, she and her sister got in a fight and her sister told her to leave. She was staying in her car at least for the night and indefinitely, until she could figure something else out. It was her first time ever at a Laundry Love as well. I loaded her up with extra food and bottled water. We carried her laundry to her car. When she went to leave, her car wouldn’t start. One of our faithful Laundry Love volunteers got his jumper cables, and another Laundry Love guest pulled his car up next to hers. Her car started and she went on her way.
I am nobody famous or talented like the coaches on The Voice. I can’t change your circumstances with a push of my button. But I still believe my presence at Laundry Love and other endeavors I choose to give my life’s energy to says this…
I Want You… to have clean clothes and bedding.
I Want You… to feel welcomed and accepted.
I Want You… to be fed.
I Want You… to know you are not alone.
God does the same for me. Every. Day. Regardless of the circumstances I find myself in, He loves, accepts and forgives me.
We each have opportunities every day to “turn our chair” for others. What will we speak into their lives? What can we share with them? What can we do to make even this one day, a little better or a tiny bit easier?
Turning My Chair With You,