My beloved teaching our son how to ride a motorbike.

Sometimes words just don’t seem to say enough.  I can’t express enough to my husband how much I love him – I can only show him.  I can tell him “I love you” but the words seem hollow when they are said.  It doesn’t truly express the deep and profound affection that I feel for my beloved.

This week has been a tough one.  Words have failed me on a couple of occasions, especially on Thursday when we farewelled young Sarah.  My thoughts have drifted to what I could say to the mother, to console her, but in all honesty, nothing I say will suffice.  It would sound corny and contrite, and that isn’t what I want, so I have decided to let my actions speak.  I plan on doing some baking and making some casseroles and deliver them to her so that she has plenty of food to keep her and her family going for the next few days.  Hopefully this will express to her my deepest feelings, and let her know that she is surrounded by love and comfort.

After the service I had quite a big cry, I had to, I had to let it go, and this was the only chance I would get.  I cried hard for the little girl who didn’t get to live her life, for her parents who would have a gaping wound in their hearts, for her brothers, her friends and extended family, and the community at large.

And that is what has impressed me the most through this week.  The way the community has got beside and behind the family and shown them their support and encouragement, love and peace.  And I am privileged to live in such a community that isn’t afraid to come together in times of trials and support each other.

So this week, here is my challenge to you.  Don’t say something contrite or off hand.  Do it.  Carry out the action – make a batch of scones, go and have a coffee with someone, go and visit a friend you haven’t seen in a while, take a bunch of handpicked flowers to your mother, have a round of golf with your father.  Just do something instead of saying it.  Words can be empty, actions are not.

Actions Speak Louder than Words
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5 thoughts on “Actions Speak Louder than Words

  • May 7, 2012 at 8:59 am
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    That’s a very good word, Karen. Thank you for sharing it. I will remember Sarah’s family in my prayers and allow your words to work in me. The part you wrote about a round of golf sticks in my head because I keep telling my dad that I am too busy. I won’t think I was so busy when he’s gone, will I?
    *hugs*

    -Jimmy

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  • May 7, 2012 at 9:53 am
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    That’s a lovely thing to do and I agree that actions speak louder – but not always in a positive way, unfortunately. When I lost my little daughter (first baby) in 1975, I remember someone crossing to the other side of the road, as I approached, in order to avoid speaking to me; a relative sent me a chain letter threatening “bad luck” if I didn’t pass it on and “good luck” if I did (I’ve hated chain letters ever since); and my sister-in-law cut me off when I was talking to her saying “she didn’t want to hear about it because it upset her too much”. These memories still hurt. I’m sure none of these people meant to hurt me – they just couldn’t handle their own feelings about it and thus made inappropriate actions.

    Hug and cry with the grieving mum or dad if they share their feelings with you; stop and chat with a smile; pop an encouraging card in their letterbox. These actions create heartwarming memories which will lift the spirits in the down times.

    By the way, Karen,did you realize that the mum works for the same childcare company as I do? I gave a loaf of my homemade bread to the Home Grown Kids co-ordinator to take over when she attended the funeral.

    Big HUGS to you, Karen, for being such a kind and generous person. God bless.

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    • May 11, 2012 at 10:30 am
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      Cherie, as I said, Action speak louder than words, and it is sad that your sister in law and your friend were more focused on themselves than on comforting you during your loss. *hugs* to you my dear, and we will have to catch up again soon.

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