I have an old friend that God has used to teach me a lot. Some of you that may happen to read this will know this man. In my college days, this friend lived out for me and so many others what it meant to be a servant in the midst of a very self-absorbed culture.
The thing about this friend is that he had such a kind and gentle spirit that he was constantly apologizing for anything that wasn’t as someone wanted it to be… whether or not he had anything to do with that circumstance. The most common words out of his mouth were, “I’m sorry.”
When we would say, “Stop saying I’m sorry,” he would reply, “Ok, I’m sorry.” Continue reading Blameless Wonder
My quiet time out on the porch this morning was extra sweet. There was a slow, gentle rain falling. I found myself distracted by the daisies that are in full bloom. I planted those daisies a few years ago. Every year they come back a little stronger with a few more blooms.
As I was reflecting on the beauty of these simple flowers, my phone was buzzing every couple of minutes. The string of birthday greetings by Facebook and text message had cranked up and old friends, many I haven’t seen in some time as well as some that are everyday fixtures of my life right now, began to scroll before my mind in a cascade of blessing.
In the stillness of the morning it dawned on me that many of the relationships from the past, though not as close perhaps as once before, are much like those hearty little daisies that keep blooming year after year. They show up and brighten my day, even when I walk from the car to the front door with my head hanging under the weight of so many cares for so many loved ones. They remind me that moments invested in the lives of others are never wasted.
You see, when we walk through life and allow God’s grace to flow through our obvious brokenness, that grace drips like water on the relationships we make and that watering so often shows itself in moments here and there – moments of encouragement, of comfort, of celebration and sympathy, of joys multiplied and heartaches divided.
I have more than a reasonable share of friendships that, though perhaps not cultivated and even lying dormant for years, pop up with blooms of joy from time to time. I don’t have a great deal of material wealth in this world, but I count myself the very richest of men. For in whatever circumstance that may come about in my life, I shall never face a day without a friend.
As Paul said to his dear friends in his letter to the church at Philippi, “I thank my God in all my remembrance of you.”
Thank you for enriching my life.