It seems meaningless, and or, it may seem unimportant on the surface and maybe can be assumed that she's unfinished or unkept. I’m referring to a button that isn’t buttoned or zipper that isn’t zipped all the way on the back of a dress or blouse on a woman. Many of us ladies may or may not notice such a thing on someone else’s body, especially if it’s someone you don't personally know, and if you do see that a button isn’t buttoned or a zipper isn’t all the way zipped to the top, you may hesitate to bring attention to it. While, others may instinctively say something and offer to help a sista out.
From my widow’s heart and experience, I can recall many a day when I wasn’t able to fasten the button or zip the zipper to the top because of my own limitations of attempting to do so on myself. Attempt after attempt I would try to complete my look before heading out to pastor on a Sunday morning and failing to be able accomplish such a seemingly simple task. Mostly it was because the job needed someone else who wasn’t wearing the item to be able to do it. After several frustrating attempts to get the hook around the tiny button, or zip the zipper, I surrendered to my failed attempts and left the house undone.
Thank God for Jessica! Often, I would find beautiful Jessica and her family waiting for me at the front door of the church as I was delayed from arriving because I was attempting to fasten the button. Sometimes I would remember and immediately say Jessica, can you please button this button for me? Other times, upon arriving at the church I would completely forget that I was unbuttoned, until Jessica in her soft and reassuring voice would say, “Pastor, let me button this for you.” Grateful, I would eagerly tell her how much I appreciated her assistance to notice and help a sista out! And I don’t want to discredit the times that I left my house completely unaware that I didn’t button or zip my dress and Jessica wouldn’t say a word, but I could feel her buttoning me up. What kindness, what love, what loyalty and what servanthood.
The purpose of this blog is to bring awareness to the numerous women who couldn’t zip or button their own piece of clothing. Each situation has a story behind it. Mine was I was a widow, and I didn’t have a second set of hands that was able to help a sista out. Maybe it’s a single mama who didn’t have a child that was old enough to understand how to push the tiny button through the tiny whole. Maybe it was the working woman who was just so overwhelmed with other things vying for her attention that she didn’t notice there was even a button. And, then there’s the precious and beautiful elderly woman whose fingers don’t work the way they used to, and their flexibility doesn’t allow them to lift their arms to be able to accomplish the task.
Thanks for noticing. Noticing is caring and you may have just helped a sista out!