I hit publish on this early this afternoon and came in tonight to realize it was still a draft. What' s up with that?!
It's been a lovely morning. We've just returned from the funeral service of my sister-in-law's father. What a wonderful man he was. I never really knew him, other than the hellos and a few conversations at family gatherings through the years. Doug and I attended the viewing last night, since Doug was unable to get off work today, but the kids and I enjoyed hearing the stories of his life and the great example and father that he was at his funeral today. A good man. It never ceases to amaze me how we leave a funeral wishing we'd had more time with the deceased. This was the case. Grace even said, "He sounded like a wonderful man, Mom." He was, indeed.
This morning, bright and early, I was out and about on a little project. As I was driving home, I was thinking about service. I was thinking of all the services that have been done to and for our family through the years and about the times that I am able to do for others. As wonderful as it feels to receive, I believe with all my heart, it feels a gazillion times better to be on the giving end. We often pray that we can look for ways to serve those around us. I resolved, as I drove, to be more observant and to act on those promptings more often! I have a plaque in the gallery that says, "Do good and care not to whom." I love that reminder!
One of the hymns sang at the funeral was "Each Life that touches Ours for Good." I love this hymn. And ironically, the words of it were what had been on my mind all morning.
Here's a total random thought...I was talking with Doug on the phone about weekend plans on our way to the funeral. In the conversation, I thought about gas and noticed that I was just at the half tank. When we returned to the Expedition after the funeral, my gauge said below empty! I was mortified. WHO steals gas from cars at a funeral!? I coasted down the hill to the first gas station, put gas in the tank and decided that I should notify the police, in case others had the same experience. Just as I was dialing dispatch, I noticed the gauge, which now should have moved back up to the top and it still said below empty. So, apparently, something electrical died during the funeral. Grrrrr. Never a dull moment.
I have not been in the pool myself, yet, this season. Today is the day. It's hot and I don't feel like doing a thing but stay cool! It could be that I've been up since 4 and didn't go to sleep until 1:30. It could be the heat. I could be that I want to play with the girls. Whatever it is, today's the day. (Edited to add: GOT IN AND KICKING MYSELF FOR WAITING SO LONG! Only another week or so till it's too cold again! First of August, nights cool the water to the point that none of us want to be in it!)
It's ninety-seven degrees outside and I just took Quayd to work. He works in black jeans and black polo shirt. Quayd brings in carts a lot of the day from the hot asphalt. He commented, "It's gonna be a long hot day. I wish it would rain!" I'm sure he does. For his sake, I wish it would too! I reminded him to drink lots everytime he goes inside!
Often the answer to our prayer does not come while we're on our knees, but while we're on he feet serving the Lord and serving those around us.
Deiter F. Uchtdorf