It had been a long day.
a long day.
I had a headache.
Lots of children today.
It was 8:15.
Dirk said I should take a bath.
I easily agreed to the idea.
I drew the water distractedly.
It was way too hot.
I sunk in it gingerly, feeling sorry for myself.
I am trying to wind down and now I can hardly sit in this hot water!
I start mentally going over my grocery list for tomorrow.
The doorbell rings.
Dirk answers.
Silence.
Dirk yells for all boys to get out of bed and come downstairs.
Pounding feet.
Babes awake and run down too.
Silence.
Dirk yells for me to get a robe on and come downstairs NOW.
I do.
The kitchen is full of grocery bags
with groceries in them.
Dirk said they were laying on the lawn.
A few hundred dollars in food.
meat.
crackers.
soup.
eggs.
fruit.
popsicles.
Once again, He brought us to our knees.
As Dirk led a prayer of thanksgiving,
everyone in a circle holding hands,
as he has so many times before,
I was once again humbled by how He chooses to provide and bless us.
Crying, I headed back for the bath
which was now the perfect temperature.
a long day.
I had a headache.
Lots of children today.
It was 8:15.
Dirk said I should take a bath.
I easily agreed to the idea.
I drew the water distractedly.
It was way too hot.
I sunk in it gingerly, feeling sorry for myself.
I am trying to wind down and now I can hardly sit in this hot water!
I start mentally going over my grocery list for tomorrow.
The doorbell rings.
Dirk answers.
Silence.
Dirk yells for all boys to get out of bed and come downstairs.
Pounding feet.
Babes awake and run down too.
Silence.
Dirk yells for me to get a robe on and come downstairs NOW.
I do.
The kitchen is full of grocery bags
with groceries in them.
Dirk said they were laying on the lawn.
A few hundred dollars in food.
meat.
crackers.
soup.
eggs.
fruit.
popsicles.
Once again, He brought us to our knees.
As Dirk led a prayer of thanksgiving,
everyone in a circle holding hands,
as he has so many times before,
I was once again humbled by how He chooses to provide and bless us.
Crying, I headed back for the bath
which was now the perfect temperature.
9 comments:
"God, my God, let mercy sing a melody over me... Your kindness is what pulls me up, Your love is all that draws me near."
James 1:17 Hallelujah!
the waters of God's love are often uncomfortable
we must emerge, step into the light, see its fruit (and eggs and popsicles)
and return to that perfect water, matching our tears to His love
[ok, so it isn't theologically accurate, but we're allowed metaphors aren't we?]
miss you and love you -
Beautiful! Praise God for His tender mercies.
a blessing for His faithful servants. Praise God for it, and especially for you all.
You just can't outgive God, can you?
This post is absolutely beautiful. Makes me smile... the writing, the subject, the blessing, the everything...
What a tender thing to be called a child of God...
Tears welling. Wow! What a wonderful story of provision. What a lovely word picture you've drawn for us. What a gift your honest witness is to others.
I'm surfing over from you mother's blog. I met up with her this morning for breakfast, and was. so. blessed.
Nice to "meet" you!
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