Thanks to yesterday’s bounty, we can have pie today. An unusual treat for this household, since I gave up serious cooking and baking when the kids got old enough to do it for themselves. (Maybe something I’ll re-discover this year? We’ll see.)
But today’s real feast was the unexpected gift of uplifting words from a couple of friends who hurried over after Mass to ask about an ongoing health issue. Add in a warm welcome into a Sunday class from our deacon and his assistant, and, well, my emotional menu has soared into the five-star-restaurant range.
We forget how vital it is, those words of support. They may seem like insignificant crumbs to you, the giver, but they can be life-giving nourishment to the recipient.
Thank you, friends. Today, I have that most fragile and elusive of treasures, hope.
A reminder from Emily:
Has someone served you some hope lately? Or have you offered some to someone else?