Our weekend number three passage is somewhat of a life verse for me. One of my favourites, at least. 2 Corinthians 1:3-7. The first two verses are the meat of it: Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. (2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NIV)
They invite us to view our circumstances differently, zooming out to a bigger, more long-term picture. As we place our trust in God's faithfulness to see us through all our trials, we must eventually put that trust into action and guide others through these same trials, being reflections of His mercy. My husband and I both experienced life-changing adversity in our youth, and have encountered families in present-day walking through similar fires. Our sole instruction for this week was to pour our love into these families.
For a few of these families we wanted to help them make new memories as they approach their first Christmas in a new normal. We made cookie dough all together and and are sending it off with baking instructions and a love letter from us. It was so nice to dust off my darling mixer for some exercise, watch the kids measure, crack, pour and mix, and even get my husband in on the action (for him, if it's not breakfast sausage, there's no reason to be in the kitchen). Then we packed up the dough and prayed over it as a family, for a family.
My heart overflowed with joy and pain at the same time as I listened to my little man speak words of blessing over our concoction and the people who were about to receive it.
I share this play-by-play not to beg you to believe my family is oh-so-holy-and-righteous, I promise you. We are ever a work-in-progress, fighting to walk in love daily. And well, just plain ol' fighting, let's be honest. Two teen girls and a 10 year-old boy - everyone sits on everyone's else's nerves everrrry day. I actually wanted to keep the description of that evening private. But I shared it to spark ideas in your heart of how to bless people you know, know of or heck, don't know. If you are reading this, or if you wrote a Christmas gift list, or if you have a home, or if you can cook, or if you have a phone, or if your history bears scars worth sharing, you are not lucky...you are blessed...and actually you are equipped. Equipped with everything you need to do little things or big things or anonymous things to let someone feel loved.