{"id":115,"date":"2026-03-20T06:34:24","date_gmt":"2026-03-20T11:34:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stumbleup.me\/?p=115"},"modified":"2026-03-20T06:34:26","modified_gmt":"2026-03-20T11:34:26","slug":"before-they-forget","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stumbleup.me\/index.php\/2026\/03\/20\/before-they-forget\/","title":{"rendered":"Before they forget!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving you.”<\/p>\n Exodus 20:12 (ESV)<\/span>\n <\/div>\n\n

Tom drove to his father’s house with a list. Bills. A prescription. The house conversation that keeps getting tabled.<\/p>\n\n

He got through all of it in two hours. Hugged his dad. Said “love you, call me if you need anything.” And on the drive home, the same thought surfaced that always surfaces on this drive.<\/p>\n\n

“Dad, the way you showed up for us when we were kids, the way you loved Mom, the way you just never quit on any of us \u2014 that’s where I learned to be a father. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you how grateful I am.” He told himself he’d say it next visit.<\/p>\n\n

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BIBLICAL BACKDROP<\/p>\n

The fifth commandment uses the Hebrew word kabad<\/em> (\u05db\u05b8\u05bc\u05d1\u05b7\u05d3): honor your father and your mother. The root meaning of kabad is weight. To honor something is to treat it as heavy, as significant, as worth your full attention. In ancient culture, a person of honor was someone whose presence carried weight. The opposite, qalal<\/em>, meant to be light, to treat something as trivial, to dismiss.<\/p>\n

To honor our aging parents is not a feeling. It is an act of presence. It is showing up with our full weight, unhurried, not just to manage their logistics but to give them the thing that matters. Paul echoes this in Ephesians 6:2, calling the fifth commandment “the first commandment with a promise.” (ESV) The promise is tied to how we treat the people who gave us our foundation. There is something about being willing to say the unsaid thing to our parents that participates in something generational; a chain of honor that either continues or breaks with us.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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THE FLESH<\/p>\n

Tom gets through the full list in two hours. Bills sorted, prescription called in, house conversation tabled. He hugs his dad, says “love you, call me if you need anything,” and walks to his truck. The thought surfaces on the drive, the same thought every time. He tells himself he’ll say it next visit.<\/p>\n

Tom visits eight more times before Hank’s memory makes the real conversation impossible. At the funeral, Tom gives a eulogy. He says all of it beautifully. People cry. It’s true and right and good. But Hank doesn’t hear it.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n

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The fruit on Tom’s tree? Delay. Regret. Silence.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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THE SPIRIT<\/p>\n

Tom reaches the end of the list. He closes the folder. He looks at his dad, who is looking out the window the way he does these days. Tom says, “Hey, Dad. Can I tell you something?” Hank turns. Tom says, “I don’t think I’ve ever said this straight to your face, but the way you showed up for us when we were kids, the way you loved Mom, the way you just never quit on any of us, that’s where I learned how to be a father. I’m grateful for you.” Hank is quiet for a moment. Then he says: “That’s the best thing anyone’s said to me in a long time.”<\/p>\n

Tom drives home and calls his wife. He’s crying a little. Three weeks later, Hank tells Tom’s sister: “Thomas came by and told me I did a good job. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”<\/p>\n <\/div>\n

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The fruit on Tom’s tree? Honor. Healing. Legacy.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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“The flesh gets the logistics done and goes home. The Spirit stays long enough to say the thing that outlasts logistics.”<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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FRUIT CONNECTION<\/p>\n

Love<\/strong> puts the folder down. It decides the relationship is more important than the list. Joy<\/strong> is not just what Tom’s dad experiences in that moment; it’s what Hank carries forward for weeks, the kind of hope-filled endurance that comes from knowing your life meant something to someone who saw it up close. Peace<\/strong> is what Tom carries home knowing the most important thing got said while there was still time to say it.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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COACHING QUESTIONS<\/p>\n

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  • Is there someone from an older generation in my life who needs to hear something I’ve been carrying but never said?<\/li>\n
  • Am I showing up to my aging parents with full presence, or just logistics?<\/li>\n
  • What would it cost me to put the folder down and give them the most important thing first?<\/li>\n
  • Is there a conversation I’ve been tabling for “next visit” that has run out of next visits?<\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n\n
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    CLOSING PRAYER<\/p>\n

    God, we confess that we manage the logistics and skip the moment. We show up with a list and leave without saying the thing that actually matters. Help us put the folder down. Give us the courage to say the unsaid thing while there is still time to say it. Help us honor the people who made us, not with obligation but with the full weight of our attention and our gratitude. And remind us that the window doesn’t stay open forever. Amen.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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