“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it”
William Arthur Ward
These last weeks I have been wrapped in comfort and carried by love, all materialized in different ways. As I lay in bed smelling the summery honey laden scent of freesia on my night table I was marveling at how creative my friends and family have been in showing how they cared. This post is a gratitude post, sharing why it worked on me, hoping to get more ideas from you on when you feel cared for.
Small bouquets perfect for the nightstand. The joy of seeing beauty through waking nights.
Armloads of roses filling the windowsill. The joy of a rose-colored view on life.
Creatively made arrangements from artistic florists. The joy of discovering new ways of combining color and texture. The joy of getting gifts like this when I have time to marvel.
Riots of color and scent in yellow and orange freesia and gerberas. The joy of giving not only me, but every nurse entering the room a moment of pleasure as they commented on the summer in my room.
Potted plants. The joy of knowing that some of the beauty will last.
And every flower there for me to play with, enjoying the light through the petals, trying to capture it with my mobile camera.
Fun, joy, colors, scent – Thank you!
Homemade buns. My youngest baked buns and served us afternoon coffee in the hospital. Enforcing in my heart the joy of having an ordinary, blessed, everyday to long for.
Lunch in a bag. A dear friend bringing delicious rolls, cheese, my favorite jam and a tin of special tea. The necessary lesson of allowing myself to be served.
Breakfast with colors. The nurse who took time to slice grapes, peppers, cucumbers, apples to decorate my breakfast plate. The healing force of being treated with respect.
Breakfast with friends. The friend who collects me and takes me to breakfast in a shared friends home. The strengthening of ties that makes it worth while to get well.
Chocolate. A golden box with belgian luxury tucked into a bouquet. Double delight.
Comfort, energy, revival, healing- Thanks a lot!
Prayers. Being wrapped in a blanket of comfort and blessings, people sharing what they pray for.
Text messages. The comfort of a message that can be answered with a smiley
Long emails. The comfort of knowing the sender also will take time to read a detailed answer.
Information. The thoughtfulness of friends and family who take time to understand so that I do not have to explain.
Visits. The gratitude for dear ones showing that time together is worth more to them than any other thing they could have been doing just then.
Knowledge, wisdom, friendship- Thanks to all!
Garden magazines. My daughter bringing me garden magazines. Strengthening my will to grow strong. Making my room a place for possibilities and colorful plans.
Books. Giving me other stories to think of, pulling me back to basics.
Dreams, creativity, plans- Thank you!
Driving. My son taking time off to drive me to the doctor, giving me the gift of resting in our own car, of peace.My friend collecting me.
Offering. The friend offering to go for a walk, knowing I would never ask anyone to go as slowly as I still do.
Asking. The friend asking what errands she can do while she is doing her own which makes it possible to ask her pick up the things only she will know where to find.
Patience. When others allow me time, I allow myself to let time do the work.
Friendship and love- words of thanks is not enough.
Please update me via email whenever you have a few minutes and are feeling well. How I love seeing your positive attitude! I thought of you as I watched the surf and caught my breath viewing spectacular sunrises. I thought of you as I lay in my hammock looking up a the brilliant blue sky and turning leaves. I think of you as I pray and add you to my lists of thankfulness and intercession. Love you, lady. Continue to heal and rest in God’s arms.
Thank you dear Viki, I know you did, and I will write you a long email, take care! love, Solveig
So beautifully written, Solveig. I remember after I had emergency surgery so many years ago. I was so very sick the first couple of days and a friend started to come in my room to say hi. The nurse told her she couldn’t come in, and Martha ignored her, came in, said “hi sweetheart” gave me a kiss on the cheek and left as quickly as she came in. This act of love warmed my heart at the time and has lived on even though Martha died about 30 years ago.
Thank you Pat, most of all for sharing the story of Martha! I will remember her every time I think I should be doing something to show I care, and do not know what to do, or do not think i have time to do something worth while! Love, Solveig
I have the same problem of thinking if I do something it has to be big and time-consuming.