A southern brunch in the deep south–aahh, there’s nothing like it. Shrimp, sausage and grits with gravy, hot biscuits stuffed with country ham, egg casseroles with melted cheese on top, a fruit compote with whipped cream, homemade scones dripping with butter.
my.oh.my. bring.it.on.
I can smell the aroma and taste the goodness right now. The very best part of any southern brunch gathering is being with family and friends that I don’t get to see often enough.
Yes, the food is great, but family is greater. Yes, I can still taste the food, but I savor the relationships.
I bridge the miles between Arizona and Georgia with cherished memories that I bring back with me to tuck away in my heart. One particular memory involved a chair and a raspberry scone.
We all heaped our plates with food and sat in the dining room, kitchen area, or outside on the deck. Ten of us gathered around the dining room table as we talked non-stop to catch up with one another. My niece’s six-year-old little boy sat next to her so she could watch him closely, and carefully help him with the food on his plate. Then, in an instant, what every mom dreads happened. The raspberry scone crumbled from hand to mouth, fell in his lap, and then nestled on the beige fabric dining room chair. I could see the panic on her face as she smiled and quickly tried to brush the crumbs in a napkin, only to find the raspberries left their lovely red color imprinted on the chair.
We’ve all been in similar situations when we are in someone else’s home and we break a glass, spill coffee or red wine, or food somehow slips off our plates and hits the white sofa. Accidents happen to adults and children.
After we finished eating and everyone left the dining room, she quietly tried several different stain-removal methods – none of which seemed to work. My heart hurt for her, knowing how bad she felt about the stain on the chair. She looked up at me and said, “I’m so sorry Aunt Susan, I’ll tell Ann that I will pay to have the chair repaired.”
At that moment I realized what a serious issue this was in her mind and how it could quickly ruin her day. How I responded could either defuse the situation and put it in perspective, or lead her to remember the incident more than the wonderful time we were all having together.
Without hesitation I said, “Hey girl, flaws build character in a chair, and messes like this make memories!” She looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Yes, I guess it does.” Her spirit seemed lifted and we spent the rest of the day not mentioning the chair or the raspberries.
I quickly forgot about the raspberries and the chair after I came back home, and settled in to my crazy, but wonderful ministry life. I received a text last week from my niece with some family pictures taken during our day together. It was what she said in her text that brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of the impact we have on others by the words we choose to say. “Thank you for the kind and supportive words you shared over the raspberry stain. I have repeated those words to myself every day since Sunday. It is such a wonderful reminder that it is the flaws that really make us and the messes make the memories.”
Oh, how many times I’ve blown a situation and hurt someone I love by choosing to react in a harsh voice, rather than respond in a loving manner. Our words can hurt or heal, encourage or discourage, build up or tear down, and can make or break someone’s day–or heart.
O Lord, may this be a reminder to me, and perhaps to you also, to be sensitive, kind, and caring in a sticky situation. May we never forget that the words we choose to say can make an impact on someone’s life and be long remembered.
…Say only what is good and helpful to those you are talking to, and what will give them a blessing. Ephesians 4:29 TLB
From My Heart to Yours,
Thank you! I needed to read this. Recently I have said some things to a loved one that probably should have been left unsaid. I justified it by thinking they needed to hear and know how I was feeling. I’m working on trying to see things from their perspective now. I want to be a blessing not a burden.
Elizabeth, my new friend across the miles…
Thank you for being so transparent in your comment. I am blessed to know my blog ministered to your heart! Continue to stay in touch. You ARE a blessing!
I loved reading this and have been on both ends! Feels much better to encourage andcto be encouraged. The 1st time I met you in ’83 at Joan Malouf’s with Donna Otto, you taught on Elijah 1 Kings 17. I cried like a baby having just moved to AZ. All of you were friends to me. I grew up a lot the year and a half I lived in Scottsadale. Thank you, Miss Susan Miller. You are a southern jewel!
Thank you Sandy, for taking the time to comment on my recent blog. I am amazed you actually remember the first time we met! I am grateful for your kind reflection of that time in our life. May God continue to bless you with his amazing love. Keep in touch!