I made no grand decisions on what my act-of-blessing would be yesterday; while I want to be intentional, I live a real life with real people. Kind of unpredictable. And I knew that our day would be full. So I prayed that I would just know and act into it.
It was an ever-so-small act. In fact, it was not so much bringing joy as preventing its loss. The person for whom that small joy-drain was averted will never know, and I am glad.
And I have to share this sweet moment from early in my Sunday...
Just five minutes before our church service began, I was asked to sing. I love to sing, love it so much. But I don't sing in front of people. Like in front of a microphone.
But yesterday I did. My sweet husband and his trusty guitar were leading, and it felt like home. We sing together every day. It was a blessing. Such a blessing. Far more than a sprinkle of joy for me, more like a flood, standing up there worshiping God with my love at my side.
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. ~ Luke 6:38
photo by Suat Eman