I wasn’t expecting this month of rest, not expecting my body to demand something, now. Just like that, I’m the one receiving. Receiving encouragement, help, and prayer when I want to be the one giving. But life doesn’t care if I don’t like it. It doesn’t ask if I find it hard, hard to sit and accept help. It just requires what it requires and I realize my life unfolds, as it should, and I must bend.
My youngest pens a note, hides It where I’ll find it. Her sweetness melts into everything she does and I receive the love, take in the encouragement, feel warmed by the care. I wonder when the tables turned. When did she receive enough to offer it back out? When did she get so full of compassion that her soul pours it out, soaks other souls who need it?
The note she crafted is more than encouragement, more than love. It’s a reminder that planted seeds grow. They grow and bloom into the very thing they are. Love seeds bloom love, care seeds bloom care, and encouragement seeds bloom encouragement. What she received she has become, it’s who she is. I marvel at the beauty, at the sowing and reaping, at a harvest so bountifully beautiful.
My parenting heart welcomes this season of reaping, of completion, of a job well done. Her life blesses mine, mirrors back the love I planted, assures me it all made a difference. I thankfully gave and now it’s my turn to thankfully receive.
Even though my mind accepts it, my heart bristles a bit. We give to help the weak; I don’t want to be a weak one. And I remember Paul’s words:
In all things, I have shown you that by working hard in this way we must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he himself said, ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.' Acts 20:35
But we can’t be givers all the time. Who then would receive? Can there be any giving without the receiving? And maybe giving is more blessed, because in truth, it’s easier to have something to share than to be the one with empty hands, needing a hand to lift you up.
The cold November wind howls and the fallen leaves dance in its wake. And the need of the receiver pulls beauty from the giver. Can I take my turn; can I be a thankful receiver so others can be thankful givers? Isn’t the best reason to thankfully receive is so we can in turn thankfully give? This receiving readies me to give when times change and others' needs pull beauty from my life.
I whisper, “Thank you - for givers and receivers and a heart that’s bending to this unfolding life.”