Small Sacrifices, Big Blessings

This week, I have been riding the train into Manhattan with my older brother.  We both work in the city, and this week I have been staying at his house while my husband is away.  This morning, as I was talking to my brother, I realized that he would be going into work an hour earlier than usual, just to ride the train with me. 

It may seem like a small sacrifice, but it meant a great deal to me.  It meant that he wanted to spend time with me, and enjoy having someone to commute with in the morning.  It has been a blessing for me to spend time with him since I generally don’t see him that often, even if most of the time is in silence as we sit on the train, each focusing on the day ahead. Likewise, this week, I realized how much time my sister in law spent cleaning over the weekend, preparing for my stay.  Another thing that may seem like a small matter, but in reality showcases something deeper—a sacrifice of time over the weekend for me. 

It made me think of all the times during the week that we are given these small blessings.  I can think of a few from my week already—the time that friends made to speak to me on the phone, the comfort that another gave as I was feeling down, and the smile and simple banter with coworkers that brightens the days.

There is the old cliché that it is the small things in life that matter.  Both my brother and sister in law could have complained about the sacrifices they had made, but neither of them mentioned a single complaint.  This week, I hope that I can repay the favor by doing a small sacrifice for another—all for love, with no other motivation than that. 


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