From the beginning of this debilitating illness well-meaning friends have said or written those same words I have said or written myself, “If you need anything, please let me know.” A few angels have actually come forward to offer help I didn’t ask for, like meals prepared or gift cards to local restaurants, and one very special angel even spent a day cleaning this filthy house. You know who you are, precious one, and the gift you gave me that day is worth more than a truck load of gold.
Once I recover from this mess – assuming I will – those words will never leave my lips or fingertips again. I vow, with all that is in me, that I will meditate and pray, and try to imagine life with your illness or your heartbreak, or your disaster, and I will view the world through your eyes as God allows, and with that vision I will see all the things you once did that you cannot do now. And I will be there. I will cook for you, clean for you, and contact you often to see how you are doing. I will hold you when you just need to cry, and I will give of myself to you until I have nothing left to give. All of this will I do with a cheerful and loving heart, and you and I will find in the midst of it all the precious blessings of God.
I never saw this need before. I always assumed that someone would be there to take care of you. I didn’t realize I was that someone. I missed it. Please forgive me.
© Maria R. Conklin and Journey Of A Tired Heart, 2015-2016