This morning I was cleaning poo off the floor from my son's morning explosion, feeling so much gratitude for how much I am loved. Yesterday I vented to a few friends (see first post from yesterday) and received generous offers of support, help and dinner. I had just finished cleaning the floor and wrapped my foot in a plastic bag (don't ask) when I heard my phone's text message alert. I went to check it right away thinking it could be a time-sensitive appointment cancellation, and it read, "I am at the front door."
Huh?
In my bathrobed-plastic-bag-footed loveliness, I answered the door, and there was my friend who I mentioned in yesterday's post (the one with neuropathy in her legs)! "How did you know?" I asked her. I had deliberately NOT emailed her because I didn't want to burden her with one more thing. But I had completely forgetten that she reads this blog. (I didn't think anyone was reading it!) So there she was! She said she was going to come over every school morning from 7-8, no ifs, ands, or buts. She smiled about my foot-in-the-bag.
At this point I started weeping in earnest. It is people like this who teach me what it really feels like to be loved by God.
Each life that touches ours for good
Reflects thine own great mercy, Lord;
Thou sendest blessings from above
Thru words and deeds of those who love.
What greater gift dost thou bestow,
What greater goodness can we know
Than Christlike friends, whose gentle ways
Strengthen our faith, enrich our days.
For worthy friends whose lives proclaim
Devotion to the Savior's name,
Who bless our days with peace and love,
We praise thy goodness, Lord, above.
By Karen Lynn Davidson
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