“I’m sorry. It was hard, wasn’t it?”
I’m sorry for not being able to recognize the pain, hardship, and weary hearts of the young people. 😌😌
When our young adults were having a hard time because they couldn’t attend the gatherings, we each had their own concerns, but we couldn’t understand them deeply. So, I carefully crafted cookies, wrote a handwritten letter, and placed my heart in a pretty box. We visited each person’s house and personally delivered our hearts after the worship service.
At that, the young women and young adults also wept together with feelings of regret and gratitude.
“Butler, thank you for waiting. From now on, I’ll go to meetings and give presentations diligently.”
I was even more deeply moved by their words.
Only then did I realize. It means that the language of love does not end with comforting others, but rather that it encourages self-reflection and growth. I think I’ve come to understand Mother’s heart even a little bit now.
Thank you, Mother. And I love you.