…so I was sitting with my sister at dinner last night, and we both realized that our relationship had improved, while working through the challenges in front of us over the past month. We faced them together, solved them together, and decompressed afterwards together. She told me that she has always wanted a relationship with me like this, but I wasn’t engaged.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, “I have never heard any discussion about anything really wrong.”
“I have communicated wanting to be better at being brother and sister. You were dealing with your own life issues, or had your mind on other things. It’s OK. Sometimes the ears hear what they want to hear.”
It was OK. We were better, and her statement about the “ears hearing what they want to hear” was pretty powerful. I wonder how many times I have had a mental hearing loss, focused on other things, thinking I was living in a vacuum. The point was that it affected my sister, and that wasn’t OK. I don’t live in a vacuum.
Now I have the ears to hear her sisterly love loud and clear, and I know that she is there whenever I need her. I know in my heart that I will do the same, and I hope that I will always be able to hear her love for me. We are all called to these kinds of ears, because sometimes the miracle of love is in the hearing.