Hey,
wait a minute. December 24th. Isn’t something supposed to happen
today? Do I have physical therapy? No (although
I do have to call the surgeon’s office this morning about some redness around
the suture site). Nothing specific
with the fire department. Oh, wait. We
have a church service tonight that I have to prepare for. That’s it. But why church on a Monday? Guess I’ll have to ask one of the
grandkids. Maybe they will know …
What
an amazing expression of love yesterday at church. It was “Love Sunday” on the Advent calendar,
so the teaching was centered out of the Book of John (Lots of love there). There
was a lot of hugging and verbal encouraging and all-around loving on each other
the whole morning. Then, when we got to
the announcements phase, Lauren asked to make one. She called Chris up to the front to join us (Chris made it up there, but she was a little
hobbled. She wrenched her back a bit the
other day, and it hasn’t calmed down yet).
Then Lauren, fighting back some tears, told us how much we were
appreciated by the church. She handed us
an envelope with a card with a very generous love offering inside “to help us
out on our Alaska trip.” As if that wasn’t
enough, there was also a present to unwrap.
It was a book from one of those photo companies. Inside was picture after picture of Chris and
me and hordes of Seasiders at different Seaside events through the years. And between the pics were statements of love
and encouragement from individual church folks.
It is honestly one of the most amazing and unexpected gifts we have ever
received. I told Lauren it felt like we
ought to be retiring. She was none too
happy about that thought, though. Not
exactly what they had in mind. I’m
glad. I haven’t heard anything from the Lord
along those lines yet. I guess they just
like a little bit over there. I know we
really love those Seasiders.
Psalms
119:125 says, “I am your servant; give me
discernment that I may understand your statutes.”
Father,
thank you for the folks at Seaside.
Bless them mightily for their generosity and expressions of love. Amen.
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