I was in the office here, reading without seeing a word--contemplating what I'd write for tomorrow's devotional at dailyIMPACT. I was thinking about a billion, million things. I looked like a robin after an early morning soaking in my birdbath. My hair needed far more than a comb-through. My nose is red from blowing and wiping. My eyes are bloodshot and watering to the point of dripping nonstop. I am drained and felt like left-over mashed potatoes that had been nuked for the fifth time. But the person at the door was persistent and rang it again. I went.
On the other side of the beveled glass was a hand holding a pink vase with three red roses. I opened the door and signed for the flowers. Of course the most important part of the event was discovering the sender. My friend, Karen. Years ago in my first church, she was in my youth group. She remembered today...May 8th. Tears flowed slowly down my cheeks and my nose (which had been trying to open up a bit), plugged right back up. I did not cry from pain or sadness at the words written on the card. Nor did I cry from the reason she'd sent me the flowers. Sometimes I cry (and quite often really, I'm a softie), because of the sheer love of God imparted to me through others. This was one of those times. It was like God reached inside my swollen heart and hugged it till it felt normal-size again.
Emails have come in today with words of encouragement and prayers of comfort. A card arrived in the mail today that said, "I don't know what to say," but it said everything. A stranger commented on my blog with a word of prayer for me. My husband mopped the floor and cleaned up my kitchen, while I lay sleeping from the sinus medicine I'd taken. My grandson came by and picked up a softball glove he needed in order to practice church softball today. It was his first time playing since elementary school--I gave him the choice of all my son's gloves. It felt so good to see Ryan pop that glove like Chad once did when he played for various leagues. His hand brought that glove to life again.
Heart-hugs. Those unexpected things that only God can give through the prompting of His Spirit to His child when nothing in the world matters more than Him and His presence.
They come in ways you'd never dream. And they feel like nothing you've ever felt when you receive one. Do you know someone in need of a heart-hug? God will tell you who they are. I bet you've had one yourself recently. You had no way to explain to the person just what they meant to you--that seemingly insignificant gesture that touches, heals and comforts like none other in the world. I firmly believe I've received a bunch today because of all those of you who have prayed for me. Thanks so very much. selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2008]