There was a crash as she fell, and I looked up from my spot on the ground. There sat Bella in the middle of our basketball court, arms and legs tangled all around her brother’s “big scooter”.
“Are you okay?” I called to her, poised to run to her aid if she needed me. She said nothing as she investigated her knee closely, then she jumped up and limped toward me unsure of whether to be alarmed or not. As she approached me, I asked, “Did you scrape your knee?”
She showed me the spot on her shin where she had been scraped, but no blood was coming through. Her forehead puckered in concern, distress marred her features, but she still did not speak.
I eased her down on the blanket with me, brushed away sweaty red curls, and kissed her cheek inhaling the coconut scent of sunscreen. “Are you okay?” I asked again, and she nodded, still without words.
Her glow worm had been keeping me company while I wrote, and she picked it up and hugged it, leaning into me as I held her and kissed her forehead. She sighed, bracing against me to get up, determination erasing any distress on her face. I grabbed her hand and whispered, “Psssst.”
She turned to me, puzzled.
“You’re awesome.” I said.
I cannot begin to describe how her face lit up. She grinned from ear to ear and took off running, grabbing the scooter and racing away, red ponytail flying behind her. All she needed were those two little words. She knew I believed in her and it changed her whole demeanor.
And it made me wonder…
How many times have I missed the opportunity to just say a couple words to encourage another? Do I live with my eyes wide open for opportunities to say a few words?
Do I consider the little scrapes in other’s lives as meaningless? Or do I pause with them whether their wounds are bloody or not to say a word or two?
This little encounter with my sweet Bella girl left me convicted and reminded. Too often I make it about me… will I minister the “right way”? And then I end up not saying anything at all.
I’ve learned from my own bitter experience… It doesn’t have to be a lot. It doesn’t have to be saying the “perfect thing”. Speaking the Word isn’t platitudes, it’s truth. Loving others doesn’t have to be some huge act. I am not the Savior of the world, but I have the Spirit of the Savior of the world in me. Will I listen to his nudging?
“I believe in you.”
“I see Him in you.”
It can be just a few words.
But they are words that give life and grace and truth.
And that is enough.
“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.” (Proverbs 25:11)