The Weekend Ends

Ah, the weekend...

We actually made it to first service at church this morning. Okay, so we were ten minutes late, but they were still singing. I sat down and my friend Barb leaned over and whispered, "I was afraid maybe you weren't going to make it." I smiled and when it came time to greet those around us, we gave each other a big hug. It's our weekly routine.

Our pastor finished up the epistle of James today. Toward the end of the service he said, "Sometimes God answers prayer with a baby." I thought how absolutely appropriate it was for our family this week. Our little grandson arrived in our son's darkest hour and we have witnessed Divine intervention.

That verse I posted on Monday...

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11 

... is a verse my son used to claim as his favorite. He doesn't go to church anymore. He told me the other day that he doesn't believe, that he hasn't since he was sixteen, but that doesn't stop God from thinking thoughts of peace and not evil towards him, and it doesn't stop God from giving him a future and a hope.

Another friend, one who was once a nurse in our pediatrician's office, greeted me after the service. "How are you?" she asked me. "I'm okay," I answered, and she said, "You are not! there is sadness in your eyes," and once again God gave me a friend to love, encourage, and pray for us. He's just like that.