We celebrated our 5th anniversary on New Year's Eve and decided instead of buying each other gifts, we would go shopping together for blessings bags. (Julie over at Joy's Hope posted about these a while ago.)
For us, our anniversary is almost an afterthought at times. It is exactly one week after Christmas and exactly one week before my husbands birthday. Between family festivities, cleaning up the Christmas decor and
I will be the first to admit that these seemed great in theory to me, but I was a little intimidated by the actual application. Some one please tell me I am not the only momma that may reach for the auto lock if a stranger approaches our vehicle and the kiddo is with me.
With my husband being in law enforcement and my background in social work, we do often see the worst of people and are protective, but I really don't want to withhold good from some one who needs it just because I am tainted.
So these blessings bags were going to stretch myself and hopefully bless some one who needs it at the same time.
Let's flashback to just before Christmas. Ethan and I were headed to the local superstore to get some groceries. It was frigid out. There was a man with a long beard sitting on the curb with a cardboard sign. Ethan asked what he was doing. I tried to explain the man had no home, no place to sleep. "We should do something." He said. We did our shopping and I had full intentions of purchasing the man a giftcard to the restaurant next door, but as things often go, I forgot by the time I checked out. I felt my stomach knot up as we were driving away and I saw the man still sitting there. Ethan saw him too. He said again, "We should DO something!" I did a u-turn and headed to the restaurant. I thought I could at least get the man a hot cup of coffee. As we arrived to the parking lot, another man got out of a little car with a bag of groceries and a hot cup of coffee. He leaned down and handed it to the man and talked with him. Ethan saw this too. He said, "OK mom, that nice man brought him something. We can go home. But we need to pray for him. How about this, I pray for all the sick people and you pray for all the lonely people." Tears. OK, kiddo. So we prayed.
I didn't want to miss this opportunity to show my child God's love. Well, now that I think about it, God used my child to show me His love.
I just gave one of these out and I can't tell you what a blessing it was...for me.