I open this up acknowledging the danger this poses to my social reputation and the many negative feelings and responses I may receive from it. But, what would a big day like today be without some naysayers, right?
Regardless, I feel that what I have to say is valid. Not only valid but a hard hitting truth that you can either acknowdlege and confess of, or one that may be irrelevant to you because you actually do well with what I am saying most do not do well with.
In regards to National Sibling Day: I found myself preparing one of those crafty picture collages earlier this afternoon. In the midst of that, I felt an urge to drop it. Not only did I feel an urge to drop it, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt as I prepared to share what I honestly had only planned on receiving tons of likes and interaction from.
When was the last time I called my sisters and told them I loved them? Encouraged them in their marriages? Their parenting? Expressed my gratitude?
Honestly, I don’t know. I talk with my sisters a lot. We have great relationships. They are better at letting me know they love me than I am with them. But do they know how much they mean to me? Will they only know that on a day where a little red notification is on their screen all day as it accumulates traffic?
I want to pause here and commend those of you who are doing a better job at this than me. You’re the real mvp.
I got word today of the passing of a friend I had growing up. I went to church with Jacob and the only reason he was at church was because a bus would show up at his house, rain or shine, and bring him. I was the pastors kid and he was a kid who by the age of 18 had lost both of his parents. Normally by the age of 13, kids would stop coming to church on the bus. Jacob was different. I remember Jacob losing some consistency, but hanging around beyond 13. Jacob was a year older than me and had a brother in my grade named Michael. These two kids didn’t have the best homelife. In fact, I’m not sure you could even refer to what they had as a homelife. But the love these two brothers shared is a love that challenges me today. They were rough. They were involved with kids that got them in trouble, but Michael and Jacob loved each other. They were outspoken about it… It was sort of awkward. Today, the younger brother Michael has no family left. His parents are gone and this week, he lost his best friend.
What Michael would give to hear Jacobs voice. What Michael would give to drive across town and hang out with Jacob. How insufficient it feels for Michael today to speak to Jacob in any way except to his face.
These things challenge me. I didn’t share this in a public forum(i.e. Facebook status) because it’s something I am truly challenged by and something we should all be challenged by. I’m thankful for the fun that days like this bring where appreciation and love can be shared in the public social marketplace. Im thankful for the viral hashtags that bring and attention to others. I would rather avoid the negativity this may draw but at the same time feel burdened for myself and for the nature of what communication has become.
In a few weeks, Mother’s Day will be here. In years past, I have flown that banner of posting a collage on social media loud and proud. Each year knowing deep down that I had done very little lately to show appreciation to my mom. Simply paying her the courtesy of calling her to express my gratitude had been nearly non-existent only proving to myself that my heart was selfish.
In addition to the fun that social media creates with days like this, take the opportunity to call, FaceTime, face time(real time with face)someone and tell them you love them. Get over being annoyed at me for pointing it out and dig deep to see the truth we all need to hear.
I love my sisters. I’m thankful they are good encouragers. My soul needs that from them and theirs does too.