Countless times in the last months I’ve been asked “What do you need?” My answer has most often been, “I don’t know.”
As the writer of the blog post I recently read says, “I knew I needed, but I didn’t know what. I didn’t know how others could help me through, or even if they could….
This is how I would have asked had I known how to do so…..Walking A Friend Through A Child’s Major Illness (click to read).
If I’m totally honest, however, I’d have to make an amendment to the “Let me hide” part. Sure, there were hours and days when I preferred to hide and not talk – either so that I could hold it together….or just sleep. But truthfully, what I mostly felt when we were in the hospital (and even the short times we were home) was just the opposite. I wish MORE people had called me. Called instead of worrying that they would be bothering us. Instead, we often felt (however untrue it may be) that people didn’t care because they didn’t call. I don’t say that to complain. I say it for the benefit of those that may not understand or have been there.
Is it bothering someone to let them know you care? Or that you are thinking of them? Some days that’s all I’ve needed to know – that someone cared. Some days, I just needed someone to talk to. Sure, I could have picked up the phone and called someone…and sometimes I did, but that’s not the same. Not the same as someone taking the time to call me. Taking the time just to let me know we were loved.
Yeah, we know we are loved. We know people are praying. We know people care.
But when you are in the thick of it, you forget sometimes.
Sometimes, that little phone call can mean the world…even if I don’t answer the phone.
Sometimes just a voicemail saying, “Hi, we’re thinking about you” can mean the world.
Sometimes just the name on the caller ID is encouragement enough. Enough to say, “Someone cares.”