You have been such a blessing to me.
That short sentence was sandwiched in the middle of a phone conversation that wasn’t personal at all. We were talking about tasks and problem-solving. But a transition was coming, and perhaps the undercurrent of change influenced the conversation. She slipped it into our conversation. It wasn’t something she would typically say. And perhaps for that reason, it carried a lot of weight for me. I have thought of it many times since.
I don’t think I’ve done anything in particular to spur her comment, but perhaps that’s why it impacted me. It was a reminder that even in the everyday—perhaps especially in the everyday—our conversations, character, and consistencies matter.
Being a blessing is not something we can make happen. It comes more from a posture than an effort. It’s a willingness. And sometimes it catches us off guard, whether we are giving, receiving, or being called out.