😎🐫🎤 Friday God hit me with a one, two punch. Now that I think about it, maybe that’s how I got that bruise on my leg. Anyway, back to God. Friday, I had a routine procedure done and they slapped me with an “all access” wrist band, as I called it. Brian was with me and after we got home, I slept for four hours. At one point, Brian opened the front door to check the mail and found a bouquet of garden flowers tied and set on our screen door. What a joyful feeling to receive them, but who were they from and why? About an hour later I was sitting on the front porch swing reading and our neighbor, who pretty much has kept to herself since they moved in about five months ago, said “My kids saw you come home from the hospital and wanted to give you those flowers.” I was so humbled and again filled with joy. God’s agape love was the first punch. It didn’t take long before that second punch landed…guilt and pride. You see, our neighbor family is a single mom of five children, with multiple guys floating in and out. I’ve been praying for them, but I have to humbly admit that part of me thought I was better than them. It sucks to admit that. Here I was thinking that I need to minister to them, but instead they and God totally turned the tables and ministered to me. God taught me a lesson in a very valuable and cool way. Bless others and be blessed.
#MercyMe – In the Blink of an Eye