My eldest son, Michael, has come week after week (sometimes staying over night) to do household chores, run my errands, take care of the dogs, cook, and serve me couch-side. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I was depressed that someone else was going to have to do what I normally would do. My pride seemed as wounded as my leg and I was fighting laying on this couch every step of the way.
Last Thanksgiving there were 13 family and friends at my joyous table. With lying on the couch and unable to do even the smallest of things, I was not looking forward to Thanksgiving at all. I couldn't decorate or unbox and clean my holiday dinnerware. I was huffy that I had to use my everyday dishes. But, Michael, came. Stayed. Cleaned. Cooked. Served. As difficult as it was for me, I finally surrendered to God about my situation, and I finally allowed myself to receive being served. It truly is a blessing to be served instead of doing the serving, once pride is out of the way. As the four of us held hands at the dinner table, I was urged to give thanks. I opened my mouth and the tears flowed in grateful appreciation for God's blessings; especially, for my son who has served me for all these weeks so that I could rest and heal. Rest, heal, and be humbled.
God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble. Therefore, humble yourselves under the mighty Hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time. ~ I Peter 5:5-6The morning after...My leg is much better today. Thank You, Father! This morning, for the first time in five weeks, I came down the stairs normally. WAHOO! (I've been crawling up and down the stairs as the dogs wait patiently behind me, concerned over the injured one.) Today, I've been up and around. Doing. Even outside on this beautiful Long Island autumn day - doing. And grateful to be able to just "do".
Sometimes I've wondered if any of my adult children have any of me in them. Do you ever wonder that? Each one is so individual and I see the character likeness of their father in them, but I've wondered about me. The last few weeks, I've seen me in Michael and I'm blessed that my Heavenly Father has allowed me to see the answer to that nagging question of my heart. Had I not be couch-ridden, I never would have "seen". Instead of just indignantly viewing life from the couch, now I see the blessings I would have missed had I not been on the couch. Thank You, my Lord! God has mysterious ways; but always with our best interest at heart. And always, He adds unexpected, undeserved blessings upon us.
So what I couldn't do from a true heart yesterday morning, I can this morning. And that is truly praise God, from Whom all blessings flow!
Because of Him and Unto Him,
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