A dear, longtime friend was in town to celebrate a momentous occasion and was able to carve out some time to get together at a local coffee shop.
We were laughing and one of us was being particularly loud. We were ordering our drinks and being the goofball I am I told the bewildered brewer of beverages behind the counter that my friend and I had been friends longer than he had been alive.
He smiled politely and then said, “I don’t know what I did. My longtime friend just stopped talking to me and I don’t know why.”
The comment sparked something in me and I could not let go of it the entire time I sat there sipping my coffee.
It brought me back to a time when a similar thing happened to me. I remembered how much it hurt. Eventually this friend and I restored our friendship and I hope that this young barista and his pal will be able to repair whatever rift has occurred.
Before I left the establishment I walked back up to the young man and asked permission to say something. I briefly told him that I had experienced a situation like his.
I encouraged him not to let a root of bitterness take hold in his heart. He seemed to be listening intently so I went on to say that when we react to wounds by allowing bitterness to grow we choke out the possibility of restoration. It does us no good to hold onto hurt because then we are giving control of ourselves to the person who has inflicted the pain.
This is a bit odd for a thankful Thursday post. I’m thankful though, that something painful that happened to me so long ago might just help one individual. I admit that I was a little nervous about talking to a stranger about such a vulnerable thing but he seemed to take it to heart, shook my hand and thanked me for encouraging him.
I decided to share this little story with you in case you need the encouragement not to let bitterness take root.
Thank you for reading!