On Sunday, we waved goodbye to the house full of folks and stood on the porch. The kids, still swinging high on the horse swing from one last push, were laughing and grinning from ear to ear. He looked at me and I looked at him. I even hugged him, this man of mine who makes me stretch into uncomfortable places.
“That was so good”, I said.
“It’s worth it”, he replied.
I nod in agreement. He’s right. It is worth it.
All the plumbing issues and sleepless nights and creepy crawly things seem mighty small today.
A little clarity is a good thing. A much needed thing. It’s as if the Lord has wiped one smudge off the window that we are peering hard through and given us a peek into what He is up to. A little peek, but it’s a peek!
On Wednesday,we go back to the homes with open doors and we bring gifts of grace, of hope. Just a little light in the dark. A couple of weeks worth of diapers and wipes. Gift cards to the local grocery store, the one within walking distance. A gift card for gas for the mama who has been transferred out of town, the mama of the kids who love my front porch swing. Spaghetti dinners for five families who need that paycheck to stretch until Friday.
Small gifts of hope in the name of the Giver of Hope. Jesus.
Lots of tears behind closed doors. Tears that can be heard as footsteps walk away. Hope is a powerful thing.
Giving is also a powerful thing. It reminds us that none of this belongs to us anyway. All is a a gift from the Father who loves to give good things.
And when I consider that none of this is mine, it is easier to give away.
Who can outgive the Father, the Giver of all things? Can you?