This week’s post honors those who have mastered the art of showing up for the people they care about.
It may be inconvenient, uncomfortable, risky, and completely beyond the call of duty, but they show up.
Remember that co-worker who gave you a ride to work when your car was in the shop? Or that twenty dollar bill stuck in your pocket when you ran out of cash before the next paycheck? These angels among us never “ghost” you in times of crisis.
Perhaps it is that listening, non-judgmental ear when you tell the SAME story for the 84th time, or the gentle encouragement after you break a promise to yourself that says “tomorrow is a chance to start fresh.”
Showing up is an art because we don’t get hatched being kind, selfless, compassionate or caring.
Our baby cries are all about US – what we want and need and must have NOW. I’m an advocate for loving yourself enough to take care of you, and I’ve written volumes on that subject.
But those beautiful souls who, despite their own drama and pain; despite their harried schedules and limited resources, who dig deep and give when you need it the most…
They make life not just bearable; they add joy where sorrow lived.
So adept at showing up (even when you don’t have the courage to ask), these beautiful people are the catalyst for everyday miracles.
When my marriage ended, I experienced those who had mastered the art of showing up. Renee, Cynthia, Anita, my sister, Shirlee, Roseann, Karen…I could have never survived without you.
There were nights that I would call Anita and have nothing to say and it was okay. She’d just listen to me breathe on the other end of the line – sometimes for hours – until I could handle the aloneness enough to hang up.
Back in my Bible college days when I scrounged up change to put gas in my car, my cousin Kimmy would drive up from South Jersey and slip a $20 bill in my pocket.
I tell a few more stories in this week’s video, but my heart is full of gratitude for the tender, generous hearts who have mastered the art of showing up.
They have schooled me in true love, and it has been a healing balm.
More stories from my “showing up” files – and a lovely new WOW here:
What a lovely word to begin my birthday week. I think I’ll take it for the entire year!