My daughter, Cindy, called this morning to share what was impressed upon her this morning while reading her Bible. She was reading in Jude. The first question she asked was, “Do you ever feel like a failure?”
I said, “Much of the time.”
She continued to say what the reading in Jude meant to her. The realization that God doesn’t see all the negatives we see, but he sees us as good and loved and forgiven.
We discussed negative thought which is so prevalent within ourselves and in our culture according to news media, etc. Even when compliments are given, they’re often followed by, “Thank you, but…” and a negative follows.
As we talked she said that my books mean so much to her mother-in-law, who doesn’t attend church, which in turn influences her son (my daughter’s husband), my daughter’s son. On and on. My daughter thanked me for having taught her about Jesus.
She works as a nurse on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, so on Tuesdays she’s out-of-sorts because she doesn’t want to go, although she’s thankful, knows it’s a service, and appreciates the benefits to self, family, and others but doesn’t look forward to those two all-nighters and no sleep and then trying to get into routines again. She home-schools her son, and they have tennis tournaments almost every weekend, so hers is a busy sleepless life.
This Tuesday, her thirteen-year-old son said, “You seem a little depressed.”
She said, “Oh, it’s just that going to work thing. But I’m fine.”
He said, “I knew you weren’t feeling too good, so I’ve been praying for you.”
Now, that’s something from a teenage boy.
I told her that yes, he hears and notices her negativity, but he also notices her faith and she has taught him where to turn for life’s answers and that’s to Jesus.
What a blessing that our influence, although we may feel like failures, reaches out with the positive things we’ve said and done and touches other people’s lives.
What a Christmas (anytime) blessing.