My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Helping Less, Seeing More
As I feel less responsible for others, I can more clearly recognize their strength. As I feel less need to help, they appear to need less help as well. So, whose need was being met? Maybe I am not my brother's keeper. Maybe being his brother would have been the better gift all along.
Labels:
family,
friends,
gifts,
help,
letting go,
needs,
responsibility,
roles,
scripture,
strength
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