Saturday, September 2, 2017

Dear God,

Today I didn't really have to look for the hands of Jesus.  They opened up to me when my cousin and her husband walked into our home for a visit.  Steve was fire chief in a small town for many years. He had the smallest salary of all the fire fighters because he wanted them to have a raise each year and there wasn't enough to go around. Lori was the go-to person when a fire broke out.  She was one of the first on the scene with bottled water, snacks, and lots of loving support for bewildered families.

They cooked community dinners, put together celebration parties for fire fighter families, purchased items for families who were in need, took in people who needed a place to stay, and blessed their village with hospitality, affirmation, and lots of love.  They offered a listening ear to all who suffered fires who needed to tell their story for the 100th time when they were still in shock.  Steve and Lori don't seek glory, they just give it away.

Today I didn't really have to look for the hands of Jesus.

Gracious God,
thank you
for those
who live faith
rather than
tell people
about it.
Thank you
for loving mercy
that spills out
and falls
on suffering people.
Thank you
for love
that never quits.

Love, Andrea