It is true that in general our family is an island. We do mostly
everything alone, without the help of others. We do not have hardly any
close friends and not much support from anywhere. This has not always
been the case, but as of now, it is our reality.
Recently a family has begun watching my kids on Tuesday mornings.
Julie claims is it good for her dad to be around them, but it is truly a huge
blessing and ministry to me. She willingly takes them and loves on them for
several hours and I get things done around the house, I even have had the
privilege of watching TV while folding laundry.
She herself had four kids, so I am certainly that she knows the huge
ministry it is to me. I am so rundown, so exhausted, and sometimes so
done with life and this act of kindness on her part has been rescuing to
me.
This past week she sat and chatted with me for several hours, she asked all the
right questions to get me to open up and made me feel like she really
cares. It was nice to have an adult conversation and have someone there
for me who wants to know me on a deep level. She understood me, and could
see my pain, sorrow, and overall stress. Not only this, but as she has also
lost her mom, she really truly gets me.
When I left this past week, she gave me a hug, simple as it may be, and when
she let go she had love and tears in her eyes. I left there with this
feeling like someone actually loves me and cares about me. It has been a
really long time since I had anyone care about me, not out of obligation, but
out of genuine love for me and my family.
I am so grateful for this family, for Julie, and the way they have loved
us. She opens her home to my kids, feeds the little monsters (which is no
small task), and is also ministering to my broken heart. Thank you God
for sending someone to me! It feels like a Christmas miracle.
