Yesterday was a good day. For the first time in a while, I woke up feeling refreshed. I planned to use a vacation day to work on some small projects around the house, spending time with my wife and children in the process. It felt good to work with my hands (not that I don’t use my hands normally as I work, but most of the time I’m sitting and typing. Maybe I should say, it felt good to work with my arms, back, legs, etc.). We reorganized (again :-)) and reestablished some order in our house. Isabella, David, and their friend, Jacob, helped me move and stack a pile of firewood. I cleaned out some dead foliage from our “butterfly” and herb garden (or weed patch, depending on your perspective). I put a new chain on David’s bike. As I took a short break on the patio, I experienced joy watching the children exert their seemingly endless energy as they played, played, and played. Brenda and I were able to talk about eternal matters (which is a normal occurrence, but especially meaningful when you don’t feel rushed and distracted by everyday pressures and schedules). I was blessed to receive a long-distance phone call from a Christian brother whose child was recently promoted to Heaven. I ended up being refreshed and ministered to as I (hopefully) helped and prayed with him. It is hard to describe the bond that I felt talking with him, but I believe it comes from being a part of the body of Christ and sharing the experience of “losing” a child.
Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ. (Gal 6:2)
Yes, it was a good day. Thank you Lord.