As I type- someone I love fights to breathe.
Gone are the days of important phone calls, junk mail to read.
The phone calls missed, the birthdays forgotten.
All matter not.
This is the truth of life friends.
We will all fight. We will fight over dirty laundry, dishes, and kids who have places to go.
We will fight with neighbors over property lines, cooks over food served cold. The phone company over high bills and insurance companies over unpaid promises.
But when the time comes to fight for life: those moments will not matter.
What will matter is, did you love.
Did you love when it was hard. When it wasn’t deserved? Did you love after years of absence and neglect?
Were you Jesus to someone?
My dad left. He was fighting hard for custody of me and didn’t win. And when he lost, he left. And I never saw him again.
It wasn’t until a dozen years later that he called out of the blue to meet.
We’ve seen each other every year – once or twice, sometimes more for the past several years.
And the reason of absence doesn’t matter- the loss for words. The birthdays forgotten and the books never read.
What matters is now. What matters are the years after the dozen lonely ones. The years of having babies and those babies calling him, grandpa. Years of random phone calls from him- sometimes an email.
What matters is today. That when a fight ends- either his or mine, we will have loved no matter what.
May you choose, friends. To fight the battle that matters. The battle to love others- no matter what.
1 john 1:19
“We love because he [jesus] first loved us.”
And that dad of mine?
Well he’s pretty great after all.
Loves today and always friends,