When I tell you of my wonderful friends and acquaintances or situations in which I find myself I don’t do it to make you jealous. Really. I do it to encourage you, if you haven’t already done so, to find amazing friends. They are out there, waiting for someone like you to come along and be their friend.
Our family moved to this state almost 30 years ago. I knew two people here, besides my husband and kids. My Mom and Dad. Nobody else. Through the years I have developed relationships that are deep and meaningful and fun. I’ve met some of these people through church. Others through working outside the home. Some through zumba. You will continue to hear about my friends because if they inspire me, they will probably inspire you. None are perfect and will be the first to admit it. Some have occasional bouts of impatience. Many are in recovery. A few work hard to overcome depression or other illnesses.
The reason I am telling you this is so you’ll know these friends are just like you. Just like me. And yet when I hear or remember something that is just too cool not to share I am going to tell you. Maybe you have done similar things. If so, please leave a comment at the end of this post and inspire others. Not to brag but to share practical ways to being a blessing to someone else.
My friend Amy gave me permission to tell about one of the practical ways she showed love to another some years back. I asked her for the details for accuracy’s sake. Rather than rewording it I am sharing it with you in her voice.
Regarding the cake supplies, yes I did donate them to a pastor’s wife with small children. They were struggling to make ends meet on his meager pastor’s salary. She was interested in making cakes to help provide income for the family.
I was sitting in their church in a Sunday morning and I heard the voice of the Beloved clearly speak to me that I should give her my cake decorating materials. I was happy to do so. I had used them for many years to supplement my own family income, but now I was no longer in the “business.” So I passed everything on to her.
Seemingly simple…”so I passed everything on to her.” I don’t know how much stuff Amy gave to that young woman but I’m sure it was a considerable amount. Amy had baked a lot of cakes. The amount doesn’t matter. It is her giving attitude. Amy saw a need and had the means to meet that need.
Has this post jiggled something in your memory of a time you were the recipient or giver in a similar situation? Please tell us in the comment section below.