In one of my recent stories I talked about asking for help and how I find that to be hard. The other side, offering help, is hard for me too. Not when it comes to family and friends, but neighbors and acquaintances are a different story as long as I’m not really invited into their life yet.
Last Thursday I wrote a story about a cute little boy and his family and how I wish I could do more for him than just keep an eye out for him on a distance and showing my kindness to his family.
I had finished the first part of the story, but I didn’t have a satisfying end yet. I didn’t because I had no answer as to how to help him and his family after having tried for a while.
So at the same time as I hoped that telling the story on my blog and drawing attention to their situation would help me find the answer, I felt that the story I was about to post was maybe too private to share. I hesitated greatly in great frustration. Was the answer even out there?
I know now, but didn’t want to accept it then, that sometimes allowing time to pass is a good thing. Looking back at it, I now realize that my story was like a prayer more than anything.
And you know what? My prayer got answered.
That same Thursday night the family showed me for the very first time that they want my help; they have invited me to be part of their life. We’re connecting in small doses.
This means that I can’t share the original story. I don’t want to risk breaking what little trust I have with them for now.
What I can do however is tell you that kindness does pay off. Sometimes you just need a good dose of patience for things to finally start happening.
Be kind, and then be kind some more… And don’t stop believing!!!