I've been remembering a few little white lies I've told in my life and I still don't feel guilty. Actually, I think I did the right thing!
A few years ago, I went to visit my brother. He lived only thirty minutes away from me, and we managed to get together about once a month.
He offered me coffee when I arrived. He told me to just rest on the couch, while he fixed it up for me. He asked "You still drink it with sugar, right?" Yep. "And cream?" Yes.
My gracious host brought my coffee, but started apologizing as he handed it to me. "I just used the last of the sugar. I don't think yours has enough in it." I said "Oh, I'm sure it will be fine."
As I took my first sip, he was watching my face intently. He was sort of wincing as he waited for my reaction.
I tasted and said "Oh it's fine. Don't worry." But he was worried. "Are you sure? You don't have to drink it if it's yuck." "It's okay!" I said. "Just sit down." (Bossy older sister giving orders.)
I lied. It was so overly sweet, I could barely choke it down! Darrell preferred his coffee and tea with lots and lots and lots of sugar. Like syrup, I tell ya! At least to my taste buds.
Seriously now, was I going to criticize? He really wanted to fix me a perfect cuppa, and he already felt bad for running out of sugar. I think my fib was well-justified!
If I could drink coffee with my Bub again, I'd be more than happy to take it gaggy-sweet!
I miss you Brother. You were the host with the most.
Today you've been gone from us for five years. So much healing has happened in my heart since you passed and I'm grateful.
I've spent a lot of time being sad about your leaving, but today I smile. I smile on the inside especially because I know that's what you want for me. Thank you for all the good times.
I think our coffee talks were some the best.