This week, I am getting ready for my daughter’s birthday, anticipating a visit from my in-laws, reveling in the stunning spring weather, and pretending I don’t have allergies. I am enjoying visits from friends, praising God for His love, begging Him for mercy and perseverance, and eating meals outdoors. I am hoping to go to a big night at the kids’ school and hearing the birds go crazy. So, no post for you! Go get yourself a bowl of soup and enjoy the spring.
This has not been my most stellar week, beginning with preSYNCOPE-SUNDAY, then moving on to MODERATELY-hit-by-a-MACK-truck-MONDAY, oh-so-TIRED-TUESDAY, and WILL-I-get-out-of-bed-WEDNESDAY. But today is THANKFUL-THURSDAY, so I am ready to celebrate, as I type from our cozy couch, wrapped up with a red herringbone blanket, enveloped by the foggy, gray morning.
Thursdays really are “thankful Thursdays” at our house, initiated when we realized we had WAAAAY too much complaining around here and WAAAAY too little gratitude. At dinner, everyone gets to (has to!) say one specific person for whom he/she is thankful that week. We also decided you can’t pick the same person multiple weeks in a row, which we enacted when a certain kid said “the garbageman” about six weeks straight. (Hey, we ARE thankful someone picks up our trash, but let’s share the love, okay?)
Anyway, this thankful Thursday, I am thankful for these people this week:
B, who is having my kids over today and offered to drop off a Starbucks drink for me at the door (“at the door” is so nice when you don’t have energy to visit right then)
K, who came over with a delicious lunch
J, who stopped by to season and shape burger patties with the meat I’d bought earlier (and thanks to my grillmaster, M, who has done an inordinate number of dishes this week)
D, who is doing a Costco run for me
R and C, who are coming tomorrow to mop floors, clean counters, scrub bathrooms (and P, who offered to help with anything this week!); another R and C, who gave us a gift card for us all to go out one night
M and S, who checked out a bunch of library books for me to read as I rest
N and J, who brought yummy food for us
K, C, M, A, P, S, and many others, who pray for and encourage me from afar
P, who sent me the best news of the week with an adorable, creative card announcing her pregnancy
Wow. I am truly blessed beyond measure. There are many others who have come alongside me in so many ways that I haven’t mentioned and many others who are happy to help with anything, anytime– I am so amazed and grateful!
What are you thankful for this Thursday?
Have you ever met an angel? I don’t know if I have, but I did experience an extraordinary encounter last Easter.
My family and I went to a beautiful city park last Easter during the afternoon. My husband parked my wheelchair near some stone benches, while he and the kids explored the nearby rocks and boulders. A man, who’d been sitting nearby, approached me to ask how long I’d been using the wheelchair and why. “Oh, boy,” I thought, “here we go.” I often end up getting comments and advice, and I had hoped for some quiet relaxation in the sun, rather than “helpful” tips from a stranger.
This man, though, didn’t try to fix me or my situation but revealed that he was no stranger to suffering. He had been in a car accident that had broken a number of his bones, and he’d stopped using a wheelchair just months before. He went on to tell me that he’d been celebrating Easter with his wife and kids over lunch when a friend called with a car emergency. He drove across town, helped the friend, and was headed back home to his family when he sensed God directing him to stop at this park, because God had someone he should speak to. He thought I was that person.
“Oh, great,” I thought, “now I’m really in for it,” leery of the questionable theology I feared would soon come out of his mouth. At the same time, though, I was a bit intrigued.
The man, who had an Old Testament name I’ve forgotten, went on to tell me of God’s love for me, as revealed in the Scriptures. This man did NOT assure me of physical healing to come soon. He did NOT berate me for a lack of faith that surely brought on my illness. He simply told me he knew God wanted him to speak of God’s love specifically for me on that day.
My husband, who’d been keeping an eye on all this, walked over to join us, and the man prayed for all of us, then left the park to head home to his family.
Wow. I don’t know what that encounter was all about, but I do believe that man truly was a follower of Jesus, as I am. I also believe God DID prompt him to come talk to me that Easter Sunday, to share hope and truth. This man couldn’t have known that I have at times struggled to believe that God loves me, Kristi, personally and specifically.
How precious that the God of the universe would ordain for one of His children to seek out another, to share the enormity of the love we were both celebrating that Easter Sunday. God does so love the world, but He also loves just ME, all by myself, and just YOU. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!