Sometimes you wonder if people feel about you the way you feel about them...as adults, we don't really ask those questions anymore. We just try to be nonchalant. We try to be "cool". Well, praise God, He knows what we need when we need it, and gives it to us in just the right amount.
God did that for me. He has surrounded me with truly unique people that just seem to love me. I truly don't know why. I don't need to know why. I'm just thankful.
Janet is one of those. She sat and held my hand the other night, and didn't ask why or even if I needed it. She just knew. I still can't tell her why I needed it...but I am surely thankful that she responded to the prompting of the Spirit in her heart. God does that...He matches us up and fills us up and shows us where to pour Himself out. Obedience is a blessed thing.
Janice is another one. She's a priceless gift of love from God to me. I see in her His faithfulness, gentleness, and sense of humor. She keeps me from getting too involved with myself. She challenges me to grow. She reminds me that love conquers all. She tries to beat me at Boggle - sometimes she does. Servanthood is a blessed thing.
Cheryl is another. She is a gentle soul, too. I often wonder at God putting gentle people around me - think it's a hint? She doesn't judge, she exhorts. She holds me up and prays for me and makes me look good in front of a group. What a stretch (and gift!) that is. She always brings me back to the center: Jesus. Encouragement is a blessed thing.
So, my precious friends...this is my declaration to the world. You are treasures...each and every one. Each a gift from God. Each a needful thing. Each appreciated for more than words can say.
I love you. period. Each individually, each specifically, each gratefully.
May God bless you all.
God did that for me. He has surrounded me with truly unique people that just seem to love me. I truly don't know why. I don't need to know why. I'm just thankful.
Janet is one of those. She sat and held my hand the other night, and didn't ask why or even if I needed it. She just knew. I still can't tell her why I needed it...but I am surely thankful that she responded to the prompting of the Spirit in her heart. God does that...He matches us up and fills us up and shows us where to pour Himself out. Obedience is a blessed thing.
Janice is another one. She's a priceless gift of love from God to me. I see in her His faithfulness, gentleness, and sense of humor. She keeps me from getting too involved with myself. She challenges me to grow. She reminds me that love conquers all. She tries to beat me at Boggle - sometimes she does. Servanthood is a blessed thing.
Cheryl is another. She is a gentle soul, too. I often wonder at God putting gentle people around me - think it's a hint? She doesn't judge, she exhorts. She holds me up and prays for me and makes me look good in front of a group. What a stretch (and gift!) that is. She always brings me back to the center: Jesus. Encouragement is a blessed thing.
So, my precious friends...this is my declaration to the world. You are treasures...each and every one. Each a gift from God. Each a needful thing. Each appreciated for more than words can say.
I love you. period. Each individually, each specifically, each gratefully.
May God bless you all.
5 comments:
It's great that Jesus knows exactly what kinds of people we need to surround us, to rub the wrong way with, and grow us. Like you!
BTW, I am loving the pictures!!
You, too, my friend, are a treasure.
And here I thought I was the one getting blessed! Your friendship is like a long drink of cool water on a hot day. It refreshes me and give me the strength to go on.
God put us together through our girls, but He is such a smart one, He knew we would gravitate to each other and help each other when we need it and make us laugh throughout it all.
That's so wonderful that God has surrounded you with encouragement and support through friends. We all need that person (or people) in our life to play Boggle with. And speaking of which, the bon voyage party was great, thanks for all the work of putting it together.
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