Two Are Better Than One

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work. If one falls down, his friend can help him up

Ecclesiastes 4:9, 10

These are verses that sum up marriage for me.  Tom and I were a team and together we encouraged one another.  However, it is the latter part of verse 9 that has taken on new meaning for me – “because they have a good return for their work”.  Unlike my dad who was a great handyman and gardener, Tom took very little interest in house and garden.  But after Tom died, I began to realise just how much we did together.  Somehow, between us all the chores got done and the garden was kept under control. Since his death, I have found it very hard to motivate myself to work in the garden.  I love being in the garden and enjoy watching the flowers come out and the plants growing.  However, once the weeds explode on the scene, my heart sinks. It seems to be too much for me to tackle and instead of doing a little, often, I give up.

This became blatantly clear to me last month when my dear cousins, E and J, from Cape Town paid me a visit. While we had a lovely time chatting and visiting the local sights, they also determined to help me in the garden. Of course, I couldn’t sit back and watch them hard at work; I had to join in. Suddenly, what had seemed like an impossible chore became enjoyable.  What a difference it makes to have someone there with you! They certainly provided me with the motivation I need.

Thankfully, their visit wasn’t all work and no play.  We spent a few days in Kincraig and the surrounding area, delighting in the heather which was in full bloom.  We took a walk on the Cairngorm Mountain and enjoyed watching folk engage in watersports on Loch Insh. At my insistence, in order to satisfy my curiosity, we went to the Highland Wildlife Lark. Nearer home, we visited the East Neuk fishing villages and sampled the local fare.  E took lots of beautiful photos which he has kindly shared with me.  Do enjoy them. 

I’m reminded of the song from “My Fair Lady” where Eliza in desperation sings “Show me!”  Our actions do speak louder than words, but so often we seem to think that words will suffice.  My cousins discerned that what I needed was not someone telling me what to do, but someone coming in and showing me how it is done.  Thank you, E and J.  May I remember this lesson and put it into practice whenever I see a friend that is in need of someone to come alongside them and give them a hand.