Sunday, October 28, 2007

Who Is There When You Really Look?

There are people in our lives that we think will always be there.

Our parents.
Our siblings.
Our best friends.
Our spouse or significant other.
Others that means something to us.

We look at them as fixtures in our lives. We expect them to be there like the old pair of slippers under the bed; seldom used but nice to wear on a cold winter's morning.

We know they are always going to be there so we don't necessarily look for them do we? I mean really look for them.

We don't necessarily appreciate them like we should.
We take them for granted.
We don't tell them how we really feel.
We don't tell them what they mean to us.
We don't share all that we could share with them.

We justify it in our minds by saying to ourselves, "They know. They understand. There is always going to be time."

But time, at least in your life and mine, is not infinite. In fact, in the grand scheme of things, it is all too short when in it comes right down to it. And those people will not always be there.

So who do you need to look at and appreciate that they are here and now?

Who needs to hear from you? And not just a "Hi how ya doing?" But something significant. Something meaningful.

Who needs to be with you? Really feel like they are with you when you are both together.

Who needs to not feel like they are that old pair of slippers? To understand and appreciate by your thoughts, words and actions how much they really do mean to you.


Ripple On!!!

Steve Harper

1 comment:

KareAnderson said...

Great post - and how timely with the upcoming holidays

In a civilization when love is
gone we turn to justice and when
justice is gone we turn to power
and when power is gone we
turn to violence.

Opportunity is often inconvenient.

Remember the many
compartments of the heart,
the seed of what is
possible. So much of who
we are is defined by
the places we hold for each
other. For it is not our ingenuity
that sets us apart, but our
capacity for love, the
possibility our way will
be lit by grace. Our hearts
prisms, chiseling out the
colors of pure light.