I don’t understand this whole Twitter, Facebook stuff. I don’t get it. Make a phone call. Talk to somebody.
Friday afternoon at the end of my workday, I received a phone call from my Grandpa. Grandpa Miller lives in Minneapolis, MN, and I live outside of Philadelphia, PA which means we don’t see each other very often. And I’m embarrassed to admit we don’t talk nearly as often as we should. I think we both share the guilt for our infrequent conversations.
One of the things that keeps us connected is my blog. Every time I publish a new blog post, Grandpa gets an email from me. He keeps tabs on me in part by reading my blog posts.
I don’t know if you noticed or not, but I didn’t publish a single blog post last week. One person did notice – Grandpa. His phone call on Friday afternoon was a call of concern for me. Was a sick? Was I busy? Was I okay? Grandpa called to check-up on me.
Grandpa’s phone call reminded me of several important things.
Grandpa and My Niece
4 Things I Learned When Grandpa Called Me
- I am loved. Grandpa’s phone calls always remind me that I am loved. We may not talk as regularly as we should, but I know we are thinking of each other. In fact, Grandpa regularly prays for my family and me. You are loved, too!
- I am missed when I don’t show up. For over nine years, I’ve been writing blog posts here. I don’t often realize the impact of my writing discipline. The last couple of weeks have been particularly busy for me, so I decided to put attention to other things besides writing blog posts. I guess I didn’t realize the impact of my decision. It’s nice to know I was missed. And I am reminded to practice the discipline of showing up – even here on my blog. You are missed when you don’t show up!
- My words and actions matter to others. It is my prayer that my words (and actions) will encourage others and will bring glory to God. Grandpa’s phone call reminded me that my words do matter. They keep people informed, and they stretch people to live life with more intention. Your words and actions matter to others!
- I am meant to live in community. When life gets overwhelming, I sometimes have a tendency to close up. I’m an extrovert, but I also have a strong desire to be in control. When I get too busy, it’s easy for me to put on blinders. I focus so intently on the things on my schedule and my to-do list that I forget to latch into the people around me – my community. If you’re reading this, you are part of my community. I need you, and I think you may need me. We need each other. I can’t physically be with Grandpa thanks to the challenges of geography and responsibilities, but I can be present with Grandpa by connecting with him more intentionally. You are meant to live in community!
Thank you, Grandpa, for calling! It meant the world to me to hear your voice and to know you care. I love you!
Who do you need to call today? What are you going to do about it? Share your thoughts in the comments.