I will bless the Lord who guides me; even at night my heart instructs me. I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice. My body rests in safety. For you will not leave my soul among the dead or allow your holy one to rot in the grave. You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever. Psalm 16:7-11
I found this note in Mom’s Bible the other day. I didn’t remember asking her to read it, but it gave me comfort to see it now that she is gone. It made me think of the title of this post today. Another thought struck me close behind that and it was, “Did I love enough?” When we end this life, it won’t matter:
If we bought enough…..
If we did enough…..
If we worried enough….
If we learned enough….
If we earned enough….
I just started a book called “From the Kitchen of Half-Truth” In it is the story of a mother who loved her daughter very, very much. She wove these fantastical stories that her daughter loved very much when she was little but one day at eight years of age, she shared some of them with her school friends and she was laughed at and labeled a liar and her mother, whom she loved was labeled a fruitcake thereafter. She came home and decided to put her past and all the stories her mother had told her far behind and grew into a scientifical person who only believed what she could prove. Years later her mom was dying of cancer, and she came home to care for her. Her Mom still clung to the old stories and the daughter was disgusted that she refused to face reality.
The part that made me cry was when the daughter finally remembered all the many ways her mom had loved her, made her feel safe throughout the years. How that was so much more important than anything else. I thought of my own mom and how she had done that for me. How many battles she fought for me, how many times she prayed with tears through the hard times of my adolescence and well into adulthood. I hope that I loved her enough. (I probably didn’t)
God calls us to love until it hurts just like He did.
I worry about who is right and who is wrong too much of the time. I need to just love and not worry about who is worthy. I am glad God that deemed us if not worthy, but worth it. The truth is, I don’t love enough. My best friend in the world just reminded me that I have never got up early and surprised her with her favorite beverage in the world, a Dutch Brothers coffee. I insisted that I had. I remember the day I did it, in fact. My conscience seared as I sit here, remembering all the many times she has done just that for me.
Like I always say, while there is breath, there is hope, and a chance to do better.
I will love better. And now, if you excuse me, I’m going to Dutch Bros. Have a blessed day and surround those in your circle with love.
In Jesus love, Lori