I posted a Facebook and Twitter status yesterday and asked, “How can I pray for you today?”
It is amazing the responses I got, publicly and privately. I was blessed all day long with the ability and freedom to pray for my friends and their friends. My asking and people responding blessed others as well, and they were open in sharing how much they appreciated it.
Friday, I posted this on my Hallee the Homemaker Facebook page:
My washing machine died, my laptop crashed, my gps went missing, Gregg has National Guard this weekend – which is also my book signing weekend for Topaz Heat, and I have to enroll Scott into public school on Monday.
I’m kinda done. If it wasn’t 10AM, I’d be considering red wine and dark chocolate. But, since it’s 10AM, I’m drinking a strawberry smoothie and prepping to go to the laundromat.
I did it moderately tongue-in-cheek, partially mocking myself, partially complaining. I expected some similarly toned replies. Instead, among many wonderful and encouraging comments, I got these:
It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the current season. Maybe you’ve forgotten that I wasn’t actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.
I’ve had so many people ask me how the transition of Gregg being home has gone. This past weekend, while Gregg had drill in Alabama, the kids and I visited my parents in West Virginia. At church Sunday, their pastor asked me how married life was treating me – as if we were newlyweds. It made me laugh. It also made me want to share this.
I’d never planned to have any children with my first husband. We struggled financially without children, and nothing about his lifestyle really was conducive to having a child or rearing a child. I had to work full time, had no choice but to work full time, and that didn’t sit well with me in having a child. But, God saw things differently than I did.
It occurred to her at that second that she hadn’t forgiven him or them. She resented their presence in her life, their part in her husband’s destruction, their very existence. And to think that she would have to spend eternity with them, that they would in their dirty sinful life be deserving of the same rewards as she was after she lived such a righteous and godly life made her angry.