Sometimes sending a card to the hurting
is the right thing to do.
A card isn’t intrusive. It doesn’t demand a response from the recipient who often has little energy anyway.
It just arrives quietly, tangibly, to whisper, “I care.”
I remind myself monthly to send a note to a friend whose beloved son was murdered last year. I don’t want to bug her with phone calls. I don’t want to put more burdens on her to reply back.
I just want her to know I remember. And I’m praying.
So I send a card. Usually. But it didn’t happen this week. And when I looked for a card today, I couldn’t find the right one.
Sometimes not sending a card is the right thing to do.
So I sent her a Facebook message instead. With similar words that I might have put in a card. “Been praying….You stay on my mind a lot...”
And she responded.
I didn’t expect it. It was a gift. I learned that times are still hard. Grief is still heavy. And new problems don’t stay away just because old ones linger.
So I’m re-armed with up-to-date prayer requests for my friend.
Renewed by the faith she carries so bravely
(even though she can’t always see that herself).
Refreshed by the grace of her reply.
Because I didn’t send a card this month.
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When has your Plan B worked better than your Plan A?
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