I have officially returned to the world of reading! Well, to be fair, I have read a number of books in the last 22 months, but they’ve been about teaching babies how to sleep or about the joys and challenges of adoption. However, I just finished what I believe is the first fiction book I’ve read since Miranda was born, and it feels wonderful.
I read the book The Help by Kathryn Stockett – and I found myself convicted by it. There’s a passage toward the end in which one of the main characters thinks to herself, “There is so much you don’t know about a person. I wonder if I could’ve made her days a little bit easier, if I’d tried. If I’d treated her a little nicer. Wasn’t that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I’d thought.”
Oh my. Immediately instances came to my mind of times when I could have made someone’s days a little bit easier, a little bit better – if only I’d made any attempt. But so often I am quite content to focus on only myself or even just my little family. I don’t want to put forth the miniscule effort it would take to brighten someone else’s day or lighten their load. I want to engage only with people who make it easy for me or who agree with me on everything. That is not love.
God, help me to love the people you’ve placed in my life the way that you love me. Keep always before me the image of your Son, “who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” (Philippians 2:6-8).