A Front Row Seat

I recently heard two Oscar nominated actresses from “The Help” talk about what fun it had been to have a “front row seat” in each other’s life throughout the making of the movie and the subsequent awards season.  Each had thoroughly enjoyed working with and rejoicing with the other.  Win or lose, they had determined to savor every moment. That comment got me to thinking about front row seats. Some people will pay extra for a front row seat and sometimes, front row seats are reserved for VIPs only. On the other hand, a front row seat in a movie theater is often the last to be filled.

A couple weeks ago a friend and I went to see our community theater’s production of “Fences.”  We arrived early and sat in the front row. That night I learned something else about front row seats. Sitting in the front row, we could see the tears well up in the actors’ eyes before they rolled down their cheeks. We could see spit fly as angry words flew and sweat as it beaded on their foreheads. We could feel the intensity of each word as they stood so near our seats.

The truth is, we each have a front row seat to the life we’ve been given. There are times when we feel  blessed and favored to have such a position. There are other times, however, when a front row seat makes us privy to see things we’d rather not. Whether it is tears, disappointment, sickness, injury, or arguments, when we see it up close, it is difficult to watch. Whether it is a family member or a person in the grocery store, how we respond to what we see is determined by our level of awareness and compassion.

{I had written this much yesterday before I saved it to drafts and went to Bible Study. There, we are walking through the book of James and in last night’s session, began to talk about exactly what I had started to write about. Beth Moore calls it a life that is full of mercy.} 

What if we decide that today we will truly notice the people who cross our paths? That we will let them know with a smile, a word or a hand extended? What if we believe that noticing can bring dignity to the lives that we have “front row” seats to? I know that a single act of kindness can make a difference and that a word softly spoken can penetrate a heart.

I was told that during  another performance of “Fences,” one of the props went flying and landed in a lady’s lap who was sitting in the front row. Without missing a line, the actor walked over to her, took it back and the scene went on, uninterrupted. Perhaps there are ‘risks’ to front row seats but being up close, seeing each other’s joys, successes, sweat and tears are what really knits our hearts together.

I encourage you today to take note. Take note of your spouses efforts and your children’s good intentions. Take note of those who serve you at the grocery store, a restaurant, or the gas station. Take special note of the one who feels invisible and the one who has yet to find their place in this world. If there are no coincidences, then every person who crosses our path today is a person we can bless, we can notice and that we can extend mercy to.

Wanting to Be Full of Mercy With You,


About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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2 Responses to A Front Row Seat

  1. Rita W says:

    Another thoughtful and inspirational post.

  2. Rachel Guillot says:

    I was at that performance of “Fences” when that prop flew off! The actors totally worked it into the scene as they tried to put it back together. 🙂 Love the post.

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