“And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds”, implored the writer of the book of Hebrews in the tenth chapter twenty-fourth verse. Thinking of that verse today had me asking, “What spurs me on?” Quickly, I went through the last few weeks and realized there were others spurring me on and for all of you I am truly grateful:
Thank you to my oldest son for letting me know why you received an “A” in your speech class. When he was assigned a speech, with himself as the subject, he could have easily spouted off about himself. Instead, he talked about his parents and family: our trials, life, death, homeschooling and how proud he was that his parents have stayed the course through it all. I could not have received a better compliment than knowing that you have been watching and we haven’t done too badly.
My stepmother, who sent a small note, letting me know you consider me your own daughter is a tremendous act of love. The handwritten notes in cards and letters, from friends and family to let me know that you care, have meant a great deal and the timing was impeccable. Phone calls, emails, text messages…these are all acts of love spurring me on. Thank you so very much for thinking of us.
Then, there is this grinning little girl, a gift from my sister, who loves me and stays by my side all day long.
Finding inspiration from magazines to remind me that spring is coming and the possibilities on the farm are endless. Fancy chicken coops and lady bugs have me planning building and gardening projects. Clothing and jewelry have me motivated to eat right again. All this is possible because some caring strangers bring their old magazines to the Brenham library and leave them in the vestibule so you can take them home. What a blessing! I would not have found spring so easily without old issues of these lovely magazines to remind me that it does exist and is just around the corner.
Lastly, but not least, thank you to my youngest son for reminding me how to resize, upload and get this thing working again.