One of the dear ones that was there was a girl that I had grown up with and was the maid-of-honor in my wedding, Lindsay. We spent some time chatting and catching up. She also spent quite a lot of time loving on Baby Caleb- who she dearly calls her little nephew.
Lindsay had Caleb bouncing on one of her knees. He was so happy and so was she. I smiled at the way they interacted with each other- how she obviously loved him so and how he could feel that love. They both were grinning from ear to ear.
Then she looked at me and said, "You are so blessed! You have a beautiful baby boy. You have a wonderful, handsome husband. You are a beautiful girl. You are so blessed!"
Her words made me want to cry. She was so right. My life is so good. I have been given everything I need and so much more. I wanted to cry because I so easily forget that truth. It's so easy to think about the ways that that beautiful boy irritates me or that wonderful, handsome man has let me down.
Another part of me wanted to cry for Lindsay. She is a beautiful girl with a beautiful heart- but she doesn't have a husband and a child to love. I know these are desires of her heart- ones that God hasn't blessed her with (yet?? : ) ) In spite of that, however, she had a huge smile on her face- as if watching me be blessed was a blessing to her.
Thanks, God, for Lindsay. Thanks that you have given her eyes to see things that I had become blinded to. Thanks for her words. May I be ever reminded of the ways you have blessed me and may I, like Lindsay, remind others of your blessings when they forget them. And, God, please bless Lindsay abundantly as well- and let me rejoice in watching her be blessed.
Where's the *Like* button? : ) Great story.
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