Two women were out for coffee one day, and Sally was trying to get Mary to commit to a particular project two days away. Mary hemmed and hawed, before finally admitting she was having emotional and health issues that left her with little energy for more than the basics.
“And sometimes I barely make the basics,” Mary confided. “It was hard to even to get here today.”
Sally gripped her cup a bit tighter and asked Mary what she’d rather be doing.
Mary blushed, and asked Sally if she was done with her spoon. Holding Sally’s spoon, and her own, Mary snagged a handful of spoons from an unbussed table nearby.
“Let me show you something.” Mary laid out the spoons in a row. Seven of them.
“This spoon is getting three children fed and out the door in time for school. This spoon is getting to a meeting on time. And some days, like today I only have four spoons. And one of those was used up showering and getting ready for the day.”
“This is your way of saying you have a finite amount of energy,” said Sally, now understanding.
“And that I value you a great deal,” said Mary, “even if I couldn’t be here.”
I am currently very low on spoons. I welcome your prayers.