A dear friend, but it could be anyone. This friend is so valued I more than listen when he responds to my messages. It struck me, his comment, as being one that goes in more than one direction.
He wrote this: “Tough doesn’t take a holiday.”
Another comment, which will partner the first: Another friend [such blessings to have friend who spell t r u s t and never waver from that]. He said about someone whose ability to offend [that’s the G version], “Mark, don’t rent him space in your heart or mind. He’s not worth it.”
Tough. I can list to the end of this page those for whom I have such concern for their suffering. One of the joys—and yes, it’s a joy not a burden—is to develop friendship with the dearest people in the world, the members of First Christian Church in Lexington. Not for public announcement but they have taken me into their confidence how their Good Friday experiences, short of death but emotionally just as devastating, impact them. You dear readers know in a specific manner our concerns/worries/fears about Jason’s medical challenges. No less, about other family members. For instance, I wish that cancer and family conflicts could take a holiday. It is tough.
HOWEVER, tough has a foe. Same word. Tough can mean your determination to not let bad win. Your willingness to stand tall and face the woes head-on, to hammer them to the ground. That’s the good tough, it spells r e s i l i a n c e. I like that tough. I do whatever I can to embrace that tough. I hope you do, too.
On the other comment, it’s hard to deal with people whose words never match their actions. I get so tired, and have for over 50 years, to hear church members and more particularly minister “friends” who never turn their mirror into a window. Never. That used to cause anger. But, my friend commenting upon who fills space in my heart and mind has removed the situation. Honestly? It doesn’t exist. Because my friends never mute when I need them…and I do everything to never mute when they need me.