Blessed

Today was one of those days that can only be described by the word blessed. There are just some people in world who answer the call to be the hands and feet, and when they do, their impact is amazing.

Yesterday, I received a call from a friend who also lost her mother to cancer this summer. She invited me and the kids to join her and her kids at her friend’s house for the afternoon. I had never met her friend, but thought an afternoon of Christian fellowship sounded great.

When we arrived at the friend’s house, we were met by the welcoming committee…at least 30 chickens and several kitty cats. Right away my three year old noticed the “playground” calling his name. As we entered the home, we were greeted by two of the sweetest women you will ever meet. Both of them were the epitomy of a meek and quiet spirit.

We were escorted to the living room where we were met by four of their teenage children. As we found seats around the room and settled in, the hostess welcomed us and read from 2 Thessalonians.

Now our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, Comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work.

2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

She paused and prayed.

The young ladies and gentlemen began to play on the harp and violins. As we sat and listened to a beautiful selection of hymns, my thoughts were of David as he played his harp for King Saul. All the worries of the moment seemed to melt away as the music filled the air. Our hearts were moved as the young people shared their gifts in an effort to bring comfort to the hurting.

After a time of music, we were served an array of refreshments. The little ones enjoyed the popcorn, watermelon, and juice boxes, while us older ones feasted on pinwheels, baked delights, and tea.

Then the really special part took place. The ladies began to ask my friend and I about our mothers. They asked really deep questions that we probably hadn’t even thought about before, at least not consciously. They allowed us to talk and reminisce and share all that we have gone through over the last few months. It was such a healing time as we shared openly and without fear.

Here were two women who had never met me before, giving their time, resources, and attention to me to facilitate my healing. They didn’t ask for anything in return. They just poured out the love of Christ on a fellow sister who was in need.

I am so thankful for older women who are willing to be an example of a Godly woman. Women who are willing to serve. Women who put others ahead of themselves.

I am so blessed.

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