King's Daughter's Kitchen

I text the people I love. I message on Facebook. I type I love you. BUT… I don’t act like I love people. I act like I love myself.

I often think of ways to act and do not because I don’t want to be a bother. I am afraid to get out of my comfort zone.

I don’t call my sisters or other precious family. I don’t write or call or visit the ladies in the church to encourage them. This would take thirty minutes that I actually have. I make so many excuses instead of connecting. It’s more comfortable to be alone, but alone is lonely. Calls and stamps are cheap, and friendships and families are priceless. I keep promising that I’ll start with one person, today. Then, I don’t. So, today I am. One grandson letter begun, one sister to dial because now you know, and I have been in my comfort zone of silence waiting for them to go first for way too long.