Yesterday I lit my first candle on the cradle to cross wreath. Each Sunday in Lent is a mini-Easter and the way I count the 40 days of Lent is not to count the Sundays but simply light a candle on Sundays to commemorate the Lord’s Day. On Easter Sunday, Resurrection Sunday, the last white candle will be lit. So on this Multitudes on Mondays I am 6 days into Lent. One of the “sacrifices” I was going to make over the weekend was to do something for someone who could not return the favor. I soon got a phone call from a friend who is struggling a lot with retirement. I asked her to go to an educational retreat with me to gain clarity. She was ecstatic to go. I also got three prayer requests for people whom I never met and will probably never meet, but for whom I can pray: Justin, Josie and Fran. These individuals need me to stop what I’m doing and focus. I have been.
But then I went to church. When I opened the door to the sanctuary, I was met by a rainbow of colors, every hue and shade of every color. The colors were draped over the backs of pews, over the altar rail and down the banister to the basement fellowship area. These were the colors of the yarns that were the main material in the dozens of lap robes the women of the church had spent a whole year making. Every March they give the lap robes so the elderly in area nursing homes have warm throws for their laps and shoulders. Our women never see the elderly get them or use them, yet they diligently knit and crochet hour after hour all year long. Some of our women have done this for decades. This was a true example to me of doing something for someone expecting nothing in return–not even the joy of seeing that someone receive the gift. I got the message.
I am so thankful
#531 that my lessons are taught to me gently, but powerfully.
#532 that my friends touch base with me and encourage me often.
#533 that my sister gets my situation because she has just been through it herself, somewhat differently, but still the same.
#534 that people share their stories of hurt and acknowledge my anger, but will not allow me to dwell on it.
#535 that Lent is a time of sacrifice. If Jesus carried a cross, why shouldn’t I?
#536 that the Lord supplies the needs of my family without the need to exchange money.
#537 that I am learning a new way to dance because the rhythm of life has changed.
#538 that there are many instances in the Bible where praising released people and so I am encouraged to praise even when things look bad.
#539 that I can think out my thoughts on this blog and that, sometimes, it may even be helpful to someone besides me.
#540 that I can connect with Ann’s community at Multitudes on Mondays
and meet you here,