Friends are a much needed commodity, especially good ones. You know the emails, “true friends would help you move a body”. I am not in need of moving any physical bodies but my hopes for a change of heart and renewing of spirit surely would be a great thing. I had a good friend vent on me yesterday and I have to say it made me grin.
The “old me” would have probably told my friend to take a hike but the “new me” just listened with love and understanding. I don’t have words of wisdom for the problem but I don’t think I am supposed to for this instance.
James 1:19 My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry
Juicy gossip just makes our ears perk up don’t it? Now I know the rest of the world wants to know who is seeing who and all the tragedies going on in the lives of others. My juicy gossip is for the one who owns my heart.
Mal 3:16 Then those who feared the Lord spoke to one another, and the Lord listened and heard them; so a book of remembrance was written before Him for those who fear the Lord and meditate on His name.
One of my favorite things to do is hang out with my best friend. That would be my husband. He is such a calming spirit to me and I can relax in his presence. Not a high maintenance kind of personality. Our lives have the usual pace to them most are familiar with; lot’s of work interspersed with personal commitments. Occasionally we can only see each other for a couple hours a day before it’s off to bed to start again.
I think our heavenly Father was really on to something wonderful when He set aside that “day of rest”. Now all I have to do is remember what it was for and not try to fill it up with chores to prepare for the next week.
Family members are an odd assortment aren’t they? I sometimes think family are like an old crayon box; you get a variety of colorful characters. Some are solid, some are broken, some are mere stumps of what they used to be and others are still pristine. No matter their condition you still hang onto them for the mere possibility of needing that color in the future.
Just for giggles I googled sites that found ways to reuse these old crayons. I was humored by the many sites dedicated to this endeavor. Most of them were adamant not to throw away the “old crayon” because it could be melted down and made into something new.
Now if that isn’t a statement for our lives then I don’t know what is. My own family is certainly unique and as I write this morning I can’t help but feel wonder at how my box of “crayons” is changing. Just like a crayon can be melted down and reformed I am seeing new lives being made from the old ones.
I am glad I held onto my “crayons”.
Before us are many people who lack things in their lives and I was reminded yesterday of how desperate some of these needs can be. I got to hear how a woman who had no real money to give from her own budget would offer her grocery money to another who had children to feed.
If I have to live in a fallen world, let me be surrounded not by those who are rich in money but those who are rich in generosity. How many of us will offer the olive branch of hope to another even when it hurts our own comfort level?
A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed.