This friend of mine amazes me. The other night at a gathering, she was heading for the house to get something (we were hanging around outside by a fire pit) and a kid (not even her own) said, “Can I come with you?” I would have said no. I would have made an excuse and made the errand quickly by myself. Her answer? “Of course you can.” And her tone of voice said how welcome he was and how she would enjoy his company. I felt like poo. My answer would have made the kid feel small and unwelcome.
I wonder how often, for the sake of time or convenience or whatever, I say no, when saying yes would mean a good deal of difference to someone. And in thinking about husbands, how often do we say no with little thought (like the default setting is “no”)? Perhaps we need to reconsider and change our default to “yes.”
To say yes, you have to sweat and roll up your sleeves and plunge both hands into life up to the elbows. It is easy to say no, even if saying no means death. Jean Annouilh
Be generous! Lori <><