I'm not a good gift receiver. You can ask Jonathan. Every time he gives me a gift I either act overexcited or underwhelmed. It's not that I don't like gifts, I just don't know what to do with my face. Do I open mouth smile? Do I grin? Do I over-thank or is one thank you enough? I usually always love what he gives me, too! I just don't like being on the receiving end; I'd rather give a gift.
I love giving gifts. I love to think of that individual and what would make that person smile? What does that person need? What would make that persons day? It's usually always Papa Murphy's... (I didn't say I was good at it, I just said I'd rather give)
Over the past 6 weeks, we've received. Our friends, family and strangers have generously and graciously given to us. Friends spent countless hours with us in the hospital, bringing with them: prayer, treats, personal hygiene products, blankets, books, and even a face wash kit. Our Sunday school is still providing meals to us and will throughout the treatment. They are also taking care of our yard work. (quick yard work story- the only time Jonathan has ever looked at me with disappointment in his eyes is the one time I mowed our yard) We have found gifts left on our front porch at random time throughout the day: flowers, oil scents, cards, baskets, fedex packages. Our mail box holds cards with prayers.
I don't have time to think of our needs or our wants right now, and I don't have to because people have just stepped in and loved on and cared for us.
It reminds me of 2 Corinthians 9:7, Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.
That is what y'all are. Cheerful givers. Ribbon and all.
I am overwhelmed by your kindness and generous hearts. Thank you everyone for loving on our family. This is truly a humbling experience and all I can say is Thank you.
Henry's Birthday party was supplied.
Jonathan: This is from all my old girlfriends.
Actually, the girls he grew up with and I loved that they would think of him.
Thank you Arkadelphia gals! We loved this mail happy!
Also, Jonathan looked at the card and said, "These girls kicked me out of a student council meeting for suggesting the prickly pear as the homecoming flower... I was the president, and they kicked me out!"
I may not know what to do with my face but I have loved seeing Jesus through the kindness of others.
God is bigger than this and Jesus can fix-it.