One of my favorite things about Ann Voskamp’s writing is that she makes me think. She puts thoughts out there that refuse to leave you comfortable and content. She challenges. In turn we take the challenge and then turn and challenge others, and it spreads out like ripples and the world is changed. I guess we really can change the world, if only one ripple at a time.
God provided a rather timely opportunity this morning at Element. The question was posed and the floor opened up to any who wanted to share what God had been doing in our lives over the past six weeks or so. It was last call, and before I could stop it, my hand went up and Bobby nodded. I stood up and did my best to condense the joy and impact and change that One Thousand Gifts has brought. It was hard to keep it brief, and I honestly can’t even remember all of what I said (only that there was so much more I wanted to say but there wasn’t time). I had to smile when I sat back down and Bobby grinned and said I had led perfectly into his message as though we had planned it that way. We didn’t, but Someone did.
His wife shared with me a little later that she hadn’t had an opportunity to pick up a copy of the book since I had told her about it a few weeks back, and when she opened her birthday present from her mom-in-law this past week, she gasped to find the book in the wrapping. Stumbling over her words, she tried to express how she had wanted this book badly, and how excited she was to receive it. I can’t wait for her to get into it.
This feels like a rather aimless blog entry, but who knows? maybe God will do something with it.
Steve and I are alone tonight, sipping hot chocolate and sitting back-to-back at our computers here in the office. Matt is working five days this week, so he was off to Jeff’s again after church. It’s the end of Spring Break week, but there’s another day off from school for Rosie’s dance friends tomorrow, so that means one last beach trip. She redesigned one of her swimsuits this afternoon and I helped her sew it and then she was off, silky hair bouncing against her back on her way to the door. She is beautiful.
There are moments lately when I feel really overwhelmed. Not that being overwhelmed is anything new to me, really. Andrea’s passing has had me pensive. She was really young to now be gone. What a legacy she left, praising God every moment without faltering. There’s a lot to be learned, both from the way she lived and the way she died. I’ve asked myself internally over and over in the past four days if I could be so gracious in those shoes. I want to believe I could. I don’t want to find out, but I know one day I will.
Tomorrow’s blogging should have more purpose, more direction. I actually have some notes I made today for tomorrow’s entry. Thankfully they aren’t all as pointless as this one.