I ran into a stranger as he passed by “oh excuse me please” was my reply. He said “please excuse me too; I wasn’t watching for you.” We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. “Move out of the way,” I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn’t realize how harshly id spoken. While I lay awake in bed, God’s still small voice came to me and said,
Go and look on the kitchen floor, you’ll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise; you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.” By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; “wake up, little one, wake up,” I said. “Are these the flowers you picked for me?” He smiled, “I found ‘em, out by the tree. I picked because they’re pretty like you.” I said,
“Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today; I should not have yelled at you that way.” He said, “Oh, mom that’s okay. I love you anyway.” I said, “Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.”
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days? But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don’t you think? So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word family means?
FATHER AND MOTHER I LOVE YOU