Support comes in many different ways. Silent prayers. Bagels and orange juice. Clean underwear. Text messages.

I will admit that when I was really “in it”, I didn’t get the support I expected I would from certain places and support seeped from unexpected places. It was a lesson I needed to learn about friendship and family and how everyone supports and gives differently. And to not take it personally when it is not what you were hoping for or expecting.

I have learned that not everyone can come to a hospital to visit. They have their own past experiences that keeps them from taking that step inside. But it doesn’t mean they don’t care about me.

I have learned that some people’s lives are as topsy turvy as mine is at the moment. And even though you long for their communication and help, they themselves are struggling just to keep their own head above water. But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t thinking about me. 

I have learned that some people can’t cope when someone they turn to for strength becomes weak themselves. So they shut themselves off, because they cannot deal with it, so they do nothing. But that doesn’t mean that I am any less for it.

I think Support lines up with the Five Love Languages: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time and Physical Touch. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Supporting someone is loving someone. And we all do it differently.

I have learned to accept all forms of support and recognize each one to be how that person can support. And equalize them. And even though someone else shows support differently as I would, or expected them to, what it really comes down to, is how THAT PERSON supports. And appreciate it.

I just open my arms and heart and receive.


Blessed Be