When I came home from work yesterday, there was a package waiting for me on my doorstep. It was from my friend who I went and visited a few weeks ago. Inside the package was 2 jars of low sugar strawberry-rhubarb jam, and a card. I must admit, I didn't find the card until after I telephoned her to thank her for the jam. I was shocked when she told me she made it. She is determined to be more like me.
After I found the card and read it, I kept thinking, are you serious? You want to be more like me? I'm so messed up! I only LOOK like I have my stuff together. I really don't. So I know how to bake bread. Big deal. Anyone can make bread if they can follow the very simple instructions in the recipe. Yes, I know how to bake cakes from scratch, and make frosting from scratch as well. Again, if you can follow simple instructions, you can do it. It's really not that hard.
She admired how I love my Saviour, husband, kids and grand kids. Is she kidding? I admire how her children talk to her. They tell her what's going on in their lives. I am amazed at how patient she is with her youngest child. She doesn't let her frustration show when the child is pushing every button. I wish I had that capability when my kids were that age. I am amazed at how grounded in her faith she is. She is strong. She has to be, she's a military wife as well. And right now her husband is deployed and has been since January. She does it all. I wish I was more like her.
Here's the thing, she now knows how much I wish I was like her. Because I know she's reading this. I told her that there would be a blog about her. I wasn't kidding. I won't mention her name, it's not for me to do. But she knows. And she knows how much I love her. Because I've told her that so many times before.
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