The past two weeks have been spent with three of my family members from England. They came specifically to visit my mother, who is their aunt. I suspect my mother reminds them a lot of their mother.
The stories they have shared these two weeks have been a true joy. My mother hasn’t been this happy in years. Sharing stories. Hearing stories.
The constant smile on her face has been a wonderful reward. And personally for me, spending time with these wonderful family members has been my own reward.
When they first announced they were coming for a visit, I felt nervous. How would the visit work, with my mother unable to walk? How would I be able to properly entertain them?
Would their visit be too much for me, as I am introverted and prefer “visiting” in small doses? Would they regret their trip, well, because we live a pretty simple (i.e. boring) life here?
As it turns out, these fears were just that – fears. My fears. Not theirs. Not my mother’s…
Mine.
And some times our fears have a way of crippling us, and stop us from doing what is right, and often necessary.
I can’t tell you how glad I am that after explaining to my family that it might be best they don’t come right now…that they came anyway. I thank them for their determination, and for ignoring my fears.
And I thank God for helping me to push past my fears.
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The stories they have shared these two weeks have been a true joy. My mother hasn’t been this happy in years. Sharing stories. Hearing stories.
The constant smile on her face has been a wonderful reward. And personally for me, spending time with these wonderful family members has been my own reward.
When they first announced they were coming for a visit, I felt nervous. How would the visit work, with my mother unable to walk? How would I be able to properly entertain them?
Would their visit be too much for me, as I am introverted and prefer “visiting” in small doses? Would they regret their trip, well, because we live a pretty simple (i.e. boring) life here?
As it turns out, these fears were just that – fears. My fears. Not theirs. Not my mother’s…
Mine.
And some times our fears have a way of crippling us, and stop us from doing what is right, and often necessary.
I can’t tell you how glad I am that after explaining to my family that it might be best they don’t come right now…that they came anyway. I thank them for their determination, and for ignoring my fears.
And I thank God for helping me to push past my fears.
Click link for full article: http://www.growinvirtue.com/overcoming-fear/
