Unexpected and Undeserved

Danny was home from work on Tuesday because of rain. I had planned on going to the library for the storytime hour, but plans changed. We decided instead to go the opposite direction and do an afternoon of thrift store shopping.

What a day! We left the house shortly after lunch and didn’t arrive home until about six. At the third or fourth (can’t remember which) store, we found a bike for Bella. It seemed like a great gift for her… and we figured we might have some peace about her “someday I will ride a pink bike” scenario. At $8, the bike was a decent deal. While Danny was waiting in the line to pay, a lady came up to him and handed him a $10 bill. She told him it was to help with the bike or whatever else we wanted to buy. I missed the exchange; Bella needed a bathroom break.

Isn’t it amazing how God gives gifts to us? They may seem small, but He sends exactly what we need, right when we need it.

Recently, Danny and I were talking about how we take so much for granted. We owe everything to God. The air we breathe, food, clothes, shelter, our family… the list is infinite! We have been so blessed.  The past few weeks, God has really been helping me see just how ungrateful I can be. (Ouch. That hurts!) I forget so often to thank Him for all He has done.

To the stranger who so willingly gave their money, thank you.

To God, thank you for all the things I’ve never thanked you for.

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Declan’s New Blanket

Danny’s mother sent a beautiful quilt for Declan. Bella received one when she little also; it’s her tradition to give the grand kids a homemade quilt.  The quilts are the perfect size: just large enough to play on, small enough to carry around, but not too small or too large for a baby/toddler. Continue reading Declan’s New Blanket

Why the Unexpected is Bad

We went apple buying today. I decided that I am going to make applesauce without sugar, and I might as well make it cheap. The orchard we went to doesn’t have apples pre-packaged in boxes; the buyer takes his own boxes or uses the supplied plastic bags. The apples are placed in large wooden bins about three feet deep. The buyer is allowed to choose which apples he wants from that bin. A version of pick-your-own without walking through the orchard.

Today, while choosing our apples, I overheard something that really shocked me. A lady walked up to the owner and asked for golden delicious apples. The owner told her which bins contained golden delicious, and told her the price– $10 per bushel.

The apples were on the small side. The weren’t waxed. They weren’t perfectly clean. Some had flaws. They were just what I wanted: cheap and unprocessed but plenty usable.

The lady didn’t want them. You could tell by the look on her face what she was thinking. Continue reading Why the Unexpected is Bad