A second lesson from the Mother’s Day baskets:
I contacted the ladies to deliver the baskets. I even sent a picture of the baskets, all scattered about my living room.
The overwhelming response from the moms was, “For me? There’s one for me?” They were incredulous that someone would care that much, put that much effort, into someone they do not know, and may never meet.
When they find out there is, then come the tears.
You see, as single moms, we get used to doing without. There’s always another bill or another growing child who needs shoes. It often is not as much fun to buy something for yourself, so we skip it, save the money and move on.
Aren’t we all like that?
We have this incredible gift in our loving Savior, and we sometimes look at it and say, “Is this for me?”
We see our unworthiness. We have gotten used to doing without. We fail to see the blessings ready to be heaped on us.
I have a secret to share.
We had a lady join the group recently, the week before the baskets came out, in fact. She needed the comfort of a basket blessing from unknown friends.
I gave her mine.
I am not saying this was easy. For this girl whose love language is gifts, it was a pinch. I had been looking forward to the surprise. I knew it was coming. But mine did not come.
But it’s OK. Really OK!
I got more out of delivering the baskets, of passing on a material blessing in favor of a spiritual one, than I thought would be possible.
And God taught me a bit more in the process, refined a few more rough edges.
And that’s what it’s all about.
In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. – 1 Peter 1:6-7