It’s one of those comments that has stayed with me for years, a tiny little exchange that found its way to my heart and lodged there, whispering, coaxing, reminding me whenever I’ve needed reminding. It’s surfaced time and again this holiday season, a quiet phrase that pops up in myriad ways, in different circumstances, with changing shapes and colors. It has given me direction; it has settled me down. It has enriched moments large and small.
We’d been at a holiday celebration, a group of friends bound in a tight circle of love and affection, and he and I were nearing the door when Eddie stopped, looked at me—really looked at me, those bright blue eyes smiling.
You know, Cathy, he said, in that Eddie-way of his. It’s just not possible to outgive.
He shook his head yes, and I shook my head yes, the truth of his statement sinking in.
It’s just not possible to outgive.
30 Days of Joy