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.

Who?


Ripple On!!!


Steve Harper

1 comment:

  1. 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.

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