Just apologize already.

The days are blurring together, there are 17,000 things to be done, forms to be signed, lawns to be mowed and yet we are still standing.

Here's an interesting story for you.  A while back, like 5+ years ago, another vendor at a craft fair and I got into a disagreement. Nothing dramatic, there were hurt feelings because I hadn't communicated something. I honestly don't remember all the details but we stopped talking to each other. A month ago, I felt in my heart that I was to go to up her and ask for forgiveness. I debated with the Lord because, seriously, it wasn't my fault and why should I apologize? I sat with this for a week because I really did not want to open old wounds, lets just leave things as they are shall we? 

It wouldn't leave me, it kept niggling and niggling at me. Finally one Saturday, before the market started I walked over to her tent while she was setting up. I was really nervous so I simply said "I am sorry for hurting you all those years ago, will you forgive me"? She looked stunned a moment and hugged me, at this point I was in tears. She was very gracious and I thanked her and went to set up my tent. Each week it was such a wonderful feeling to see her setting up and we'd wave with a smile or catch up quickly on the weeks events.

I told my mum about it and she said the next time she was at the market, she'd go over and give J a hug. So this Saturday I was unloading my car, trying to find my rhythm and I looked up and saw J setting up her wares. I walked over to her and said "my mum wanted to come and give you a hug", looking over my shoulder J smiled and said "where is she?". At this point, I broke down crying while trying to say "she died on Sunday". J grabbed me in a hug and let me cry on her shoulder, after a few minutes I pulled myself together and went to set up my tent.

Twenty minutes later J appeared at my tent with a giant floral bouquet, for Michelle and I to enjoy, by now I am crying all over again and J graciously holds onto me while I ugly cry.

I could have very easily kept on ignoring this whole situation but I listened to the tiny voice that told me to go and apologize and for that I am grateful. Sometimes it is worth it to apologize even when you don't think you're in the wrong, I humbled myself and got the sweetest friendship returned to me.

Friends, listen to the small voice, give that compliment or pay for the person behind you in line, take a few minutes and just listen for the still, small voice - sometimes it will surprise you.

Hugs.




 

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  1. LJJune 11, 2024 at 6:12 AM

    I know you don't think so, but you are always so good at listening to God's whispers. I'm humbled, and I'm sure you're mom is proud.

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