Thee Angel Project

A year of writing a little bit of everything. Writers Write, Right?


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for the love

Every year. Every. Single. Year.

This is serious stuff. Serious enough for me to navigate the changes in WordPress and actually write a post.

Every single year they are on the store shelves, and each year they drive me a little more crazy. Just ask my husband. I rant about this every year. Not because they are inherently bad, but I think the idea behind them just makes me squirm a little. I think it’s about the ease of it all. The not needing to think or plan or anticipate. The idea that all children need is big and glittery and a little sugary, oh and also breakable, and in no way shape or form lasting.

For the love of all that is good and right and yes, salutary…
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT buy your children cellophane wrapped Easter baskets this year!

Buy eggs, buy a little treat. Buy a game to play with them and a book to read with them. Buy them a new outfit. Write them a poem. Hide their basket and help them search for it.

Leave their basket empty as a reminder of the empty tomb and DO this instead. Seriously, do it!

You have six days. Mom, Dad, you can do better.

 


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Near the end of our son’s time in the hospital just one short week ago, (We had a little burst appendix incident here. He is now recovering nicely.) when his stay there was reaching 7, 8, 9, 10 days, one of the things Seth and I enjoyed with him was worship together in that tiny space. It was during that time that we heard and thought about why we were in fact still there. God’s ways are not my ways. I know that well. If I had my say in the matter, we wouldn’t have been there at all. I have no doubt however that the God of intricacies and foundations had many reasons for our time in that place.

Perhaps it had to do with a staff member there, or the man across the hall who sat with his ailing wife, our current congregation, or our first.
Perhaps it was all of the above…from the God of intricacies and foundations, I would expect nothing else.

Perhaps too it was an opportunity for people to care for us. Just the writing of that strikes me as odd, uncomfortable. That’s not usually what I think of when I consider what my husband does. I think it should be the other way around. And it is. Except for when it isn’t. Except for when it’s both.

We got an anonymous gift today. One of those gifts that make me ask, why. One of those gifts that confuse me because I honestly don’t get it. I don’t get how He could love us through you so well, in spite of our sinfulness and selfishness and mess. One of those gifts that remind me of all the other days and of all the other gifts.

Thoughtfulness too great to measure.

Gifts that have helped me to know His people better and because of that know Him just a little bit better.

I could scan back through the cards and letters we’ve saved looking for a handwriting match (totally something I would do… :)) or I could just let it be anonymous. A gift from Him. One that shows love for His children that is truly beyond comprehension.

To God be the glory.


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insert big exploding heart sounds here

“Party Packs headed for House of Neighborly Service in Loveland, CO. They include–gift bag, cake pan, cake mix, frosting, candles, plates, cups, napkins, forks, table cloth, and balloons. Such a great honor to add the last four packs to the 39th birthday stair climb of a certain daughter-wife-mother. Once again so proud to be your mom and dad.”

Party packs

“I went to church today, and what did I find? THIS! 18 beautiful bags of birthday party kits for the food banks! Made my heart glad and proud, thank you for the inspiration! We will probably distribute them to various food banks!”

Party packs 4

“Our birthday bags are packed and headed to SWKS to hopefully be a blessing to someone out there. Just wanted you to know your birthday blessings are far reaching!!”

Party packs 2

This.

Party packs 3

And of course, this.

I think we ended up with a total of 48 bags! God is good, I know this to be true. I have evidence of His grace and mercy and love and compassion and peace every single day.

But the fact that He works through you…just because I ask, blows my mind. Really. Completely. (Insert big exploding heart sounds, here.)