I woke up this morning to learn a friend of mine has suffered two strokes and is now, as I write these words, in a drug-induced coma. Right-sizing experiences like these remind me – and I would hope and pray they would remind anyone – that holding off on letting people know you love them is a tectonic mistake in judgment.
Grudges over past missteps and “bruises” – real or imagined – impede far too many people from letting people know they are loved. When you let someone know you love them, you will not always hear or read the same in return. Please don’t let that stop you from telling them they are loved. Who knows what wounds live in the minds of others, and impede them from saying I love you too? And then again, maybe they don’t. And that’s okay too.
Life happens to us whether we like it or not. We have say in how we respond to it.
Pray for my friend, please. He’s a truly good man. First thing I’m going to tell him when I see him is, “I love you, brother.”