Why do we fail to tell people how much we love them? Maybe we make the ----no, no, no, I make the excuse that I am too busy. I need to do this and that, and anyway the people I love know I love them. Yes, that is the excuse I tell myself and actually almost believe. As I have matured, I really have called into question my intentions and motivations surrounding such issues. I do not want have lived this life and not shared the goodness of living it.
I recently sent my middle sister a card for her birthday and she responded in the most gracious, kind way. Her voice carried a sincerity I haven’t heard from anyone in years. It was so refreshing to hear it, but then she said something that shocked me. She said that was the first card I have ever sent her!!! I couldn’t' believe that, but a quick run down memory lane proved that statement to be true! How could I have not sent her a card before now? She is in her late thirties, what the heck have I been doing and thinking?
Well, the truth is, I have been thinking of myself and my own needs. I have placed judgment on her and the lifestyle she has chosen and I made it a point to not be part of it. I have failed to see the beauty in her being, the generosity of her spirit and the kindness of her soul.
When she told me that she placed it on her fridge so that she could see it every morning, I knew it was true and that one little act of kindness of my behalf opened her up to me in a way I haven't witnessed in years.
And so today, I noticed that she called me and I immediately called back thinking that something horrible had happened since in the past 18 years she has called maybe three times. She answered the phone and I said, “Hey, I noticed you called. What's up?" And she said, “Nothing, I called because you are my sister..."
And my heart melted...Thank you, Lord! I don't deserve the grace bestowed upon me, but I certainly appreciate it!
