I have a recent birthday.
And while Facebook encouraged me to do a fundraiser for the occasion, I don’t like that idea.
But. twenty years ago I turned the age my mother was when she died and ten years ago, I turned the age my brother was when he died.
This year I reach the age Dad was when he died, and realize afresh just how young that really was. It’s a milestone, but it’s the kind that forces one to think.
So here’s what I want:
I mean, I shouldn’t have candy, flowers are expensive because of Valentine’s Day, and have you seen my house? As much as I would like more books, it would be hoarding to ask for more.
But life is short, we are not promised each other’s company indefinitely, and you want to be at peace with the people near you and those with whom you share history, space, and blood.
The simmering resentments that poison everyday life suck away energy you could be spending joyfully, cherishing the good things that God sent you in the people and places around you.
Pray for strength, courage, and just do it.
Stop being angry at someone who has hurt you or with whom you disagree. Have compassion on someone who has disappointed you and try to be as strong as you wish he or she had been in your moment of need.
You don’t have to TELL the person that you forgive them and truly in most cases it’s better if you don’t.
Just, for me, do it.
Do it for you.
And do it for the person whom you miss.
And then I will be a very happy, if unspeakably old, birthday person.