She Thanks Me

She thanks me. As I step out into the darkness on a Sunday evening after a week of preparations for vacation bible school, she thanks me.

No. Thank you my sweet pastor's wife. Thank you...for the opportunity to plant seeds in fields yet unknown. Thank you for the relationships I am building with fellow believers, as our hands work together in the fields where little souls will take seed. Thank you for the opportunity to be used in ever so small ways. Thank you for the gift of giving and be given so much more in return.

Thank you my Heavenly Father in whom all blessings flow. Thank you that you placed a great loss of a dear friend in the midst of boundless joys. You truly are a God of love, of mercy, and of gifts. My eyes will keep hungering to see you throughout this blessed week.