wow, who would have foreseen this sunday (except God?)
I [barely] got up early to hit first service, showering before & stopping by my dad's to grab some Cantata info for the church. I was helping in Sunday School during second service, hence the early arrival.
By the time second service rolled around I was already starving, stomach growling, etc. I quickly hit the doughnut table, grabbed a cuppa joe & went back to the classroom. Soon enough, there were 15 kids running around the room, hardly within control. We had to call in extra helpers, and even a send a kid back with it's parents, or we would have had a disaster on our hands! Somehow, we forged through & a few kids were ready to stick around even after parents were picking up! *shaking her head* kids... crack me up!
After church, I came home ready for a calm/productive afternoon before the banquet this evening. Next thing I knew, Jesus had invited me out for a lunch date with Him & my Homework. Just as I had sat down, was sippiing my coffee, and had decided/ordered my breakfast/lunch... I got a call/msg seemingly from my brother. It was Andrea inviting/informing me that the family was getting together for his birthday... they were just sitting down to lunch, "if I wanted to come!?"
This threw me for an emotional roller-coaster. Already, last week, I was dealing with the fact that i somehow oft get over-looked/left-out/forgotten in the loop of communication when it comes to my family & gatherings. Leaving me either in the lurch, or completely unavailable due to prior/other commitments made in my obvious ignorance.
So, I'm sitting there... flabbergasted, trying to read my study/His Word/something through my raging tears! Then my food comes, I'm still just flooded as I silently realize how huge His Love is for me, that He would be teaching me all that He is at this time... preparing me for this moment... and loving me enough to be sitting there, across from me in a booth; loving on me whole-heartedly through the apparent familial dejection! I cannot begin to describe all that was going on in my head, my heart, and my mind for the next hour.
As I began to dig into the study & His Word, I was hearing/learning about our inheritance (that that we leave for others, and also relating to that that has been forged for us, before us.) Again, I was overwhelmed by a longing to know my inheritance more deeply (that from my grandparents: what are their stories? how has He wooed them into relationship with Him? how has He held them in His arms? how have they fought with [or for] Him throughout their years?) I want to call them up, drop by their homes, and just sit at their feet soaking in His Goodness/their stories. But they are all so far away, and some have passed away, before I got the opportunity to glean from them all I now hope to have.
So I think I'll be compling a letter/email in request of said information... How I long to read from the journals of my maternal grandmother (I don't even know if such an item existis, or would be made available to me); to read her own words, her sincerest thoughts, hopes, and dreams... I pray someday my ancestry (my inheritants) would treasure "my works" such!
