When I received a note from my mom last week, complimenting me on the publication of my book, I was surprised. I can only remember about four other times in my life of—ahem—fifty some years—that my mom paid me a specific compliment.
Yes, she’s always said she loved me and was proud of me, but to say WHY she was proud, that’s what made the difference. It’s like a peanut butter sandwich vs. a steak, Parisienne vegetables, and a dark chocolate truffle. The one nourishes you to go through the day; the other puts a sword in your hand to conquer every doubt, and a chuckle in your belly to laugh at the devil.
For years, I craved compliments from my mom, dad, and others. I felt cheated when they withheld them. Then I learned that I could tell God I was discouraged and needed a little verbal chocolate bar, and He’d come through in His own way.
And He always does it better than I could ask or imagine.
So…after many, many years of not expecting any kind of affirmation from my mom, to read, “I love your book; I’ve read these stories before in your newspaper columns, but reading them again makes them much more special,” was like a hug and kiss from God.
A dark chocolate truffle. Right from His hand. Wow.
Do you give many compliments? How does it make you feel when someone compliments you? Before today, did you realize you could go to your Heavenly Father and ask Him to fill up your emotional gas tank?
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Note: Jeanette is far too humble to shameless self-promote her new book, Two Scoops of Grace with Chuckles on Top. jnw