I could write a blog about presents... but more importantly I've been thinking about presence. Are we present in all that we do? There are definitely moments when we want to rush through them and I'm not knocking that... especially tough moments, but sometimes we treasure those moments more after we have to say goodbye.
I went to a funeral on Monday. Most people don't usually jump at a chance to go to a funeral... especially for someone they aren't related to and weren't close friends. But you do those things to support a friend in the loss of their family or their friend. When we go through hard times... hard times when we may not want to be present... it is sometimes friends who help get us through them... whether we're leaning on them or they're carrying us through... I'm so grateful for the friends who have stood by me and supporting them after losing someone is just a small act of support.
I didn't spend a ton of time with Mama Ruth, but during the time I spent with her she taught me a lot. The pastor mentioned it at her service, but it was all about being present. She wasn't asking about the game, she was asking what time she was getting picked up. She went to nearly every one of Zan's basketball games and traipsed through Colorado with us a couple of years ago. She didn't have to speak to make her love and pride for her grandchildren obvious.
I wasn't fortunate enough to live next door to my grandparents. They never saw me play high school or college sports.. By the time I graduated college I was grandparent-less. But... I am so grateful for my friends and their grandparents who continue to teach me lessons through their presence.
I went to a funeral on Monday. Most people don't usually jump at a chance to go to a funeral... especially for someone they aren't related to and weren't close friends. But you do those things to support a friend in the loss of their family or their friend. When we go through hard times... hard times when we may not want to be present... it is sometimes friends who help get us through them... whether we're leaning on them or they're carrying us through... I'm so grateful for the friends who have stood by me and supporting them after losing someone is just a small act of support.
I didn't spend a ton of time with Mama Ruth, but during the time I spent with her she taught me a lot. The pastor mentioned it at her service, but it was all about being present. She wasn't asking about the game, she was asking what time she was getting picked up. She went to nearly every one of Zan's basketball games and traipsed through Colorado with us a couple of years ago. She didn't have to speak to make her love and pride for her grandchildren obvious.
I wasn't fortunate enough to live next door to my grandparents. They never saw me play high school or college sports.. By the time I graduated college I was grandparent-less. But... I am so grateful for my friends and their grandparents who continue to teach me lessons through their presence.
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