Privileged

You'll be pleased to know that not one more box has been taped shut but they have been moved around slightly... even if it was only to move the chairs underneath them! Can't you just hear your mother or father in the background about now: "...they won't pack themselves you know!"

I'm hip deep in uniform measurements, finding shoes, printing t-shirts, redesigning calendars and catching up with people before February 24 rolls around. The uniform requirements are slowing coming together, the t-shirts and calendars are for my little 'business venture' (more on that score later!), and friends are coming out of the woodwork for good, long catch-ups - it's great!

I work best when there's lots to be done and am enjoying each day as it comes.

Today I caught up with a friend who lost 2 children last year. Her twins, Billy and Holly, were born prematurely - little Holly lived only a few hours and Billy just 10 days. I sat there this afternoon looking at photos - afraid of my tears strangely enough - as Rhondda talked. I can't even fathom how she has lived through the grief except to say that without God, the saying 'Dying of a broken heart' could have rung true. To have watched the healing process from a distance was hard - what do you say? what don't you say? - but to have lived through it? Unimaginable. Rhondda's hard work in putting together an album of her son and daughter was awesome.

Today I felt privileged.
Privileged to sit and hear the testimony of a mother who has lost 2 children and yet still puts her trust firmly in God.
Privileged that my God is the sustainer through all things.
Privileged that although we may never understand some of His plans, He will never leave us.

Matthew 28:20 "... And lo, I am with you always, to the very end of the age."


Thank you Rhondda, for sharing with me. I was blessed beyond words to hear you talk of Billy & Holly and to hear of your faith through it all. Today truly was a day of privilege...