The Most Vulnerable Thing We Can Do

Before my grandmother died this past December, we were saying our final goodbyes. I leaned in to listen because her voice was a whisper.

She said to me, “I hope this doesn’t take too long.” Then smirked and said, “I might regret saying that in a little while.” We both chuckled.

I leaned in a little closer, kissed her on the cheek, and hugged her tightly as she told me, “You’re special.” I broke down.

You see, she told me that my whole life. Every time we’d hang up on a phone call, every time we’d say goodbye after seeing each other, and even in my birthday cards. But this one meant a whole lot more.

Sometimes you don’t know how much you love someone until you are losing them. And their final words carry more weight than the words they spoke while fully on this earth.

At that moment, my grandmother taught me about the other side of vulnerability. That the most vulnerable thing I can do is to receive love, not look for it.

We are constantly looking for human connection, for love. But, if we would just pause…we’d see that it’s everywhere. That holiness is within us and around us.

It's easier to give than to receive. It’s easier to share with vulnerable words than to stand silently and let others tell you, “You’re special.”

Vulnerability isn’t vulnerable unless we are willing to let love in.

The most vulnerable thing we can do is to believe we are special.

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me - I caught this beauty on our property a few years ago. It was a special moment because they are a rare sighting on our land.