The doorbell rings again - it's another friend dropping off oranges, apples and muffins from the farmers market. My littles devour the fruit - & i don't even make it downstairs to the door to say, "Thank you" - Neil says it for me.
Other friends dropped off cinnamon buns, lasagne, banana loaf, flowers.... even pants, cd's, books and chocolate...
i have hardly cooked since i hurt myself. & it's such a huge burden lifted.
i have to kind of put away my independence & pull out my gratitude.
Kindness & thoughtfulness are not my strengths - Maybe my Father is showing me - so gently - through the example of His servants - how much these gifts lend strength to the people who are in need.
Kindness.... thoughtfulness... Yes... that sounds like Him...
Maybe He is using these days to strip away another filthy layer of selfishness... and pride. Maybe i should be grateful for that, too.