Say What You Need to Say

Whenever I saw her she was always smiling.  We’d have a minute or two conversation and part ways.

A few months after I’d last seen her I sat and listened as others said the same things I’d experienced.

She was always smiling.  If she had a bad day she didn’t let it color her outlook.

She was a good mother.

She was a devoted wife.

A loyal friend

A loving daughter

She was all of these things.

I knew it.

The people who spoke to that effect knew it.

And now the congregation knew it.

But did she know it?

If she didn’t it was too late because that beautiful smile was forever frozen in place…

Say what you need to say…

So many times we leave things unsaid.

I love you…

You are important to me…

God loves you…

I’m often guilty of not saying what I need to say.

I don’t always let the people who matter know how much they mean to me.

However our heavenly father didn’t leave us to guess how he feels about us.

He lets us know that he loves us, thinks about us, died for us…

The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness” (Jeremiah 31:3).

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16).

Let us do likewise.  Let’s say what we need to say.  Let’s do what we need to do so that if and when the time comes we won’t have to wonder, did he know…?  Did she know…?

 

3 thoughts on “Say What You Need to Say

  1. Jo Royal

    This week a year ago my mum died suddenly and unexpectedly. I hadn’t told her I loved her or appreciated her in a long time. I hadn’t hugged her. I regret that. It taught me a lesson that I am still trying to put into practice – which is what this post is all about. Say it and show it whilst you can – don’t let opportunities pass by – they may not come again.
    Jo

  2. Iris

    Oh Bernadine, thank you so much for the reminder that we should let people in our lives know how we feel about them. Sometimes it is indeed to late. Some days I think about how I never told my dad how much he meant to me.