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.