Soup & Flowers

Razor blades line my throat. My head feels like it is in a drawer. I cough like a wild woman, hacking and wheezing as if my life depended on the next honk to come out of my mouth. I can’t speak. Literally – this is one of those times kids would love – a mother without a voice. To put it bluntly, this is not a good week. I feel like smack.

Bad timing. I’m supposed to write a reflective and uplifting devo for God’s Grace. What on earth can be uplifting about feeling like a beat-up goat? (Stop for hacking attack)

Well, this is uplifting: a brilliant burst of colorful flowers sits on my bedside table. And a bunch of people have sent encouraging messages.

It is very simple. We are people who need people. People who bring us tea and soup. People who send funny videos to make us laugh (though it hurts to laugh when your throat is laced with chili; it is the thought that counts). People who call just to say, “I’m thinking of you.” People who bring flowers.

I’m not the best at doing that for others. But this experience is reminding me of why it is important. God uses our hands and arms and feet and flowers to extend God’s love to each other. God needs us. Even when we’re feeling lousy. And especially when we’re not. We are so blessed. We have one another. We have people. We cultivate relationships that nourish our lives and the lives of others.

We are blessed that God chooses to use us to be God’s own mercy and care. It’s not just our own selves we represent when we show love and compassion; it is God’s love.

And I’m glad that sometimes God’s love looks like a burst of brilliant violet flowers at my bedside.



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