Reflections: I Know The Secret
I have been reminded these last few months how words hurt. Someone makes an observation about another’s circumstances and shares it with their friends. Never bothering to check the facts or find the truth. I have always wondered why people feel the need to run others down, is it to build themselves up?
My mother used to say, “Gossip is like letting the cat out of the bag one claw at a time.” As a young girl, I thought she was being funny. But as the years went by I saw the damage left behind, by the words others carelessly shared.
I watched as people would treat my mother with so little respect as they assumed they knew all about her situation. But they didn’t know at all, or how hard she worked to put a roof over our heads and food on the table. Never giving up or expecting handouts. people made assumptions we were poor, although I can’t say that we ever thought we were.
We always had enough, when we outgrew our shoes and clothing; she made sure we had something new to replace the old. I often wondered how she worked her magic with the budget, but as I look back I realize she went without so that my sisters and I would have more opportunities and a few extras. How we loved and admired her.
I don’t ever remember her speaking unkindly about others, probably because she had personally known the pain it caused.
I have watched her invite people into her home, feed, care and buy groceries for those who had nothing or no one to care for them. Mother was never judgmental and would accept people just the way they were. But most importantly, she was never afraid or shy to tell anyone about God’s love. She never gave up, she was a survivor, joyfully serving God and touching lives with kindness and comfort
In her later years, she worked in real estate, and at times I would be fearful as she drove around the city, often going into dangerous areas. She always told us not to worry; no harm would come because God was taking care of her. And He truly did.
Mother never cared about what others thought about her or what they said. She only cared about pleasing and honoring God and doing her best for Him.
Mother left me a wonderful legacy to remember, my heart needs to keep my eyes on the God who loves me, and not worry about hurtful words being shared.©
A troublemaker plants seeds of strife; gossip separates the best of friends.
Proverbs 16:28
Let your conversation be gracious and attractive so that you will have the right response for everyone.
Col. 4:5-6
Thank you, dear friends, for spending your time with me.
Lovingly, Karan
My husband and I spent the whole weekend having an enjoyable Father’ day celebration. We went to church, and as we walked home I mentioned it, Lyle, how strange it was no one talked about Father’s day, to which he replied: “It’s usually Mother’s day everyone makes a fuss over, not Father’s day.” We laughed at that observation, had a lovely afternoon meal and he had a Father’s day nap.
I wonder what would cause them to volunteer to serve his country and go into harm’s way for others. To stand and fight for people he does not know so they can enjoy the safety and freedom he loves.
Hedevig was a tall, kind, and a gentle Danish woman who loved her home and family. She taught me how to cook, clean, bake those wonderful Danish pastries and pies. I learned to can food, make jams, jellies, pickles, and how to freeze and blanch vegetables. I learned how to garden too.
